tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46619683968213459412024-03-19T15:24:22.252-07:00Drawings + Stories. DroriesLaura draws and Glo stories.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-77606457257214853372010-10-12T21:26:00.000-07:002010-10-11T16:15:15.268-07:00Snappy Sam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwFsABXlGXrar-mdgqhpoLhYAXEQycyF54NoCiqXGBuEKrRpCWWASmqpfweuPs8LU0Ww3t6mOO2EgMRWlbJZwGjRp46apcwf0sKO-BO71KrK6M5ca0a1Uv505KLPcrkU240cmjemWfrg/s1600-h/snappysam.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwFsABXlGXrar-mdgqhpoLhYAXEQycyF54NoCiqXGBuEKrRpCWWASmqpfweuPs8LU0Ww3t6mOO2EgMRWlbJZwGjRp46apcwf0sKO-BO71KrK6M5ca0a1Uv505KLPcrkU240cmjemWfrg/s400/snappysam.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351117032769173554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Snappy Sam never used his teeth for evil – only good.<br /><br />Once he freed three flies from a spider's web, but accidentally bit one of their wings a tiny bit.<br />It was just a little ragged on the edge, and the fly (Steve) was okay about it.<br /><br />That was 12 years ago.<br /><br />Snappy Sam never recovered and still has nightmares about the incident, and often will send Steve and anonymous gift to relieve the burden of guilt.<br /><br />It's kind of messed up.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-30495781073258390052009-06-04T22:40:00.000-07:002010-10-11T15:55:10.446-07:00Darlene<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7PQEwmD0VmbPsfu0Ys3d-arb7ExTu2HgKF-2bkK1BC2X9BRtbXSieXd_Te7ajGq2Z6ZyDtXwnuYBzx-6oqBDqcKlaIiGdzVYG98e-AGGY9w7z52MwnX025zc8EYBrW-ia-jI-Ma3SPuM/s1600-h/darlene.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7PQEwmD0VmbPsfu0Ys3d-arb7ExTu2HgKF-2bkK1BC2X9BRtbXSieXd_Te7ajGq2Z6ZyDtXwnuYBzx-6oqBDqcKlaIiGdzVYG98e-AGGY9w7z52MwnX025zc8EYBrW-ia-jI-Ma3SPuM/s400/darlene.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343714455854259858" border="0" /></a>Darlene is the sweetheart of the local chicken coop.<br />She fusses over all the nesting hens, and shoos away the roosters that bother the chicks.<br />At night, she sings at the local speak-easy and dreams of winning a recording contract and living the drug-fuelled, sex-filled, shallow life of a pop star.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-37985031618200670062009-05-28T21:43:00.000-07:002009-05-28T22:03:53.753-07:00Millie<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFM-n0tEhwmNuY5-Q0A9AlUKTn_oUMsPIHtXbICETVA3HyZsLP1bY1ISIAwq67DhsMcL4bVFSMYJv9PFB7hHi_wIrXOGIbdGwcfBuHzN_jzhALN94VRhcJpUVsNOEl5ScsS-UdySuT1jY/s1600-h/milie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFM-n0tEhwmNuY5-Q0A9AlUKTn_oUMsPIHtXbICETVA3HyZsLP1bY1ISIAwq67DhsMcL4bVFSMYJv9PFB7hHi_wIrXOGIbdGwcfBuHzN_jzhALN94VRhcJpUVsNOEl5ScsS-UdySuT1jY/s400/milie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102160167781266" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Millie has been petrified for two days. Her owner came home drunk, </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >mistook her for the VCR and shoved a tape in her mouth. </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Millie has tried to dial the RSPCA but her paws are too fat.</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-45368677215837437912009-05-28T18:23:00.001-07:002009-10-12T23:31:00.586-07:00Bertie<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcixMPzZzefKQvfsxf191sDdPsQEVFw5fQb5jOQAOBCzQzzW02ymM3r-WlduHapLGDEiuFnxDgODTVKhglkLwovG79P5W3QQGJlT1wAkX83xnMzhv0-4_MjuQwMqV-4xVjfw93mftyYps/s1600-h/bertie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcixMPzZzefKQvfsxf191sDdPsQEVFw5fQb5jOQAOBCzQzzW02ymM3r-WlduHapLGDEiuFnxDgODTVKhglkLwovG79P5W3QQGJlT1wAkX83xnMzhv0-4_MjuQwMqV-4xVjfw93mftyYps/s400/bertie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341050502581758738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Bertie is an unclassified animal. It hated not knowing who it was.<br />Every time it to had to tick male or female in a form<br />it had a mild hysterical fit. One day Bertie tied on some butterfly wings,<br />dammit it thought if a bumblebee could defy the laws of gravity<br />so could it.</span></span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-27995187922389950772009-05-28T18:20:00.001-07:002009-05-28T20:20:08.971-07:00Jim & Wayne<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSJ-OrwNfacPHAnRfPX-c04PJ3LSFXYBfgifMOsmUX3dSCqtBDRZ4Pzkz_jKMq9Rf_y4jKwyNYXdXtRpXU8XCjDaaeTptSpOEW_KNrCCJmQtXkBd04yMx6xf_NpxcK20hn2jRx8EmAgo/s1600-h/jimwayne.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSJ-OrwNfacPHAnRfPX-c04PJ3LSFXYBfgifMOsmUX3dSCqtBDRZ4Pzkz_jKMq9Rf_y4jKwyNYXdXtRpXU8XCjDaaeTptSpOEW_KNrCCJmQtXkBd04yMx6xf_NpxcK20hn2jRx8EmAgo/s400/jimwayne.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341049714129478626" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Jim and Wayne had a special relationship. Jim was the sun<br />that Wayne wished he had.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">PS: Wayne didn't actually win a race, he just bought<br />the 1st medal from the $2 shop.</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-86434089567596506322009-05-27T19:06:00.002-07:002009-05-27T19:25:09.807-07:00Bob<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMUz3Xui5UCCpQWCEzp5cUZdbjQ1YktBJYAuPwQhaNzMS4ivgH5vt0ekNmWFkOTqOXgf-RWg9EUUCba4RWRbIB0y_fPXzSITjC2LVVQkNOy00LLP0unZFNWoDYc0fFLLoHMsEmkCfZ3M/s1600-h/bon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMUz3Xui5UCCpQWCEzp5cUZdbjQ1YktBJYAuPwQhaNzMS4ivgH5vt0ekNmWFkOTqOXgf-RWg9EUUCba4RWRbIB0y_fPXzSITjC2LVVQkNOy00LLP0unZFNWoDYc0fFLLoHMsEmkCfZ3M/s400/bon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340690600891480226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Bob hated being called Hooty. His real name was Robert </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but everyone knew that Bob was the best nickname the world.</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-90695653159775215942009-05-27T19:06:00.001-07:002009-05-27T19:25:45.893-07:00Benji<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhBmc5-1g2O58REhhlXPm7oRi1-MI7nsTJT2EHCLP5aAiLUI-pKaFPfE7X5sf2LNTH3si-hCv1LSnPDCG6KRnodN7ubf1OKWx3un4kIduqQuSi5BrCzr7q2Vo3bmKi-zsfxVluwJD5x4/s1600-h/benji.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhBmc5-1g2O58REhhlXPm7oRi1-MI7nsTJT2EHCLP5aAiLUI-pKaFPfE7X5sf2LNTH3si-hCv1LSnPDCG6KRnodN7ubf1OKWx3un4kIduqQuSi5BrCzr7q2Vo3bmKi-zsfxVluwJD5x4/s400/benji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340690470643680834" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Everyone loved Benji as he was a very happy dog.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Even when he was upset, like the time his owner tried to dress him up<br />in a fairy, sparkly coat and a headband with stars his tail still wagged. </span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-33080517702206102972009-05-27T19:04:00.002-07:002009-05-27T19:18:34.938-07:00Dr Montlebahn<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAbcZYq-rgBR6t9w0fWHiyhg7rc9MbpvGnW6lB4kMrABf_KY6qFFHhhkB0RRCZH8DX0nj5_QAVcPL8sbTMJoz-lsBkiZTsc1U0FYVwlymZGGubBazo974cfxWVIY0TNcNAlCU0BlMlUI/s1600-h/drmontlebahn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAbcZYq-rgBR6t9w0fWHiyhg7rc9MbpvGnW6lB4kMrABf_KY6qFFHhhkB0RRCZH8DX0nj5_QAVcPL8sbTMJoz-lsBkiZTsc1U0FYVwlymZGGubBazo974cfxWVIY0TNcNAlCU0BlMlUI/s400/drmontlebahn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340690122009114226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Dr. Montlebahn was an angry cheese. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">He knew he stank</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">but he didn’t care. Some days he picked pieces from his body<br />and put in unsuspecting lady’s handbags.<br />Oh how he laughed when they couldn’t figure out<br />why they smelled so much. </span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-83780382739045671142009-05-27T19:04:00.001-07:002009-05-27T19:16:53.695-07:00Rodney<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Sn95BRw8U76dM5FmEvXn8mOBdCQgQHziskXPmCoB_YcU17LnTrz-rSkDlKjN7pkgQGoxSki0AX6cafr3tddQIDZbG3-Nixw3TZGUMGjQU-ZRIZja-_lZ4j9_Pnavqm0qJwPyRb8o6to/s1600-h/rodney.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Sn95BRw8U76dM5FmEvXn8mOBdCQgQHziskXPmCoB_YcU17LnTrz-rSkDlKjN7pkgQGoxSki0AX6cafr3tddQIDZbG3-Nixw3TZGUMGjQU-ZRIZja-_lZ4j9_Pnavqm0qJwPyRb8o6to/s400/rodney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340689985097764242" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Rodney had no feet, though he didn’t mind.<br />He loved zooming downhill in his trolley<br />but sometimes he got a speeding fine.</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-64965610238283590282009-05-27T19:03:00.003-07:002009-05-27T19:35:32.056-07:00Hortence<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6JHd8tYoeTXm5Q6m3gXqUilaxk8Hxvy0nl37d9Icern67ua11eR0AgZlz_4JmWeW8wUNXQVyrdnTyPQlR7_ezj1f8Znsg-4FI65ywKeU4z-5ouvlErdTOctsCc2ICoGR6Yvei9sKdbY/s1600-h/hortence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6JHd8tYoeTXm5Q6m3gXqUilaxk8Hxvy0nl37d9Icern67ua11eR0AgZlz_4JmWeW8wUNXQVyrdnTyPQlR7_ezj1f8Znsg-4FI65ywKeU4z-5ouvlErdTOctsCc2ICoGR6Yvei9sKdbY/s400/hortence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340689781056101410" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Hortence used to enjoy watering plants. Though due to</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >water restrictions all that came to an end.<br />Now she DJ’s at the local discotheque. </span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-51085646429273436312009-05-27T19:03:00.001-07:002009-05-27T19:10:57.209-07:00Elmer<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupgwT1CNYFn4tBhDHQrBPDaUoUhMPeZmFhgnk2cD0Z6GQfHwRyPyJ6OZfkqrCIKYNhabADed0Gayzl6CbsvVzyt-TmBcZlZV9Bn0zhv0o3reZz0Kclg-q-iB_hfVNDcFcatpuEviS6pw/s1600-h/elmer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupgwT1CNYFn4tBhDHQrBPDaUoUhMPeZmFhgnk2cD0Z6GQfHwRyPyJ6OZfkqrCIKYNhabADed0Gayzl6CbsvVzyt-TmBcZlZV9Bn0zhv0o3reZz0Kclg-q-iB_hfVNDcFcatpuEviS6pw/s400/elmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340689625658458482" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >You might think that Elmer looks scared but he’s not. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >When he was five he went to the hairdresser </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >and she slicked his feathers so far back it made his retina’s shrink.</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-37445080934204615462009-05-27T18:59:00.000-07:002009-05-27T19:09:54.939-07:00Steve<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCx_dT0-AHPoab4hKCnlMtDTKI33xc2L3znYu6jdnE58Zl17AlsfqR6cx6h6R_gQH4IOGAQ1dWHyRfSms1TqAyjrMpfEtnobYKFvga-6elLZrUlvCAVAO4k8TY0jvowpEcYp9ykenou0/s1600-h/steve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCx_dT0-AHPoab4hKCnlMtDTKI33xc2L3znYu6jdnE58Zl17AlsfqR6cx6h6R_gQH4IOGAQ1dWHyRfSms1TqAyjrMpfEtnobYKFvga-6elLZrUlvCAVAO4k8TY0jvowpEcYp9ykenou0/s400/steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340688802416117378" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Steve could sometimes look at the sky and the ground</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">at the same time. He was eyedextris.</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661968396821345941.post-10899608175863673772009-05-27T18:47:00.000-07:002009-05-27T19:24:05.528-07:00Geraldine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQG0C9VAVDTeHCHhLMXsFmdRmDMamHHrlTFcqIR7fdmDNlQwk7KqvKLVf3dDt-ubSVYjXRV99NBeJpwCCIMoEo0TtC-VrTSr0wmcUd2zIbQVSYe1bfaG12FsLEzZVOR0-qLT4fUqzZDBA/s1600-h/geraldine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQG0C9VAVDTeHCHhLMXsFmdRmDMamHHrlTFcqIR7fdmDNlQwk7KqvKLVf3dDt-ubSVYjXRV99NBeJpwCCIMoEo0TtC-VrTSr0wmcUd2zIbQVSYe1bfaG12FsLEzZVOR0-qLT4fUqzZDBA/s400/geraldine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340688568860767538" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Geraldine loved to put her glasses on. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">She thought they made her look cool and hide the fact </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">that her face was much too long for her body.<br /><br />Geraldine sometimes took her glasses off.<br />If a good looking cat sashayed her way she wanted to make sure<br />he knew that she was winking at him.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17186031677383728602noreply@blogger.com0