Da Hall of Dodjeefication

Peeps, dear peeps,

In accordance with the dodjee buddays mission to spread da Dodj (like butter!), we have lauched Mission Dodjeefy. And so and so, here be da Hall of Dodjeefication!


(Verily, verily, THUS!) We hereby dodjeefy da following peeps:

• Ee Lin da Wally.
• Pheebsy Wheebsy (an ALLY).
• Wiki Wiki Wong (WWW).
• Flic.
• Da M. Ledger.
• Scotty Wotty da Udder Wally

That is it, and that is now.

Melby Encounters of da Dodjee Kind

To da city to da city, da wunner buddays go (whee!).
To look, to see...such adventure!

A gallivant here and a frolic there,
And a frollivant every which way!

Each way dey go, dey skip and sprinkle,
Some essence, a pinch of da dodj!
For no place can go without dodjeefication,
No place, not 'tall, no no!

A wunnerful street with bricks and thangs,
On it a wunnerful buildering.
Into da door da wunner buddays go,
Into anudder world!
Tis a feeling, a certain certain feeling,
Tis...hard to explain I say.
After a while, a long long while,
Da wunner buddays went on their way.
But dey vowed dey vowed, oh yes dey did,
To return on anudder day!

Carrying on, carrying on,
Da wunner buddays perservere.
Da stummy grumbles (oh dat sillay thang!)
So it's dindin time dey say!

Onto a tram da dodjee buddays hop,
Who knows where it goes?
Well one of dem does, but da udder does not,
(Who's who I hear you ask.)
One or da udder it's all da same,
The story continues regardless.

Dey sit on da tram and wait and wait,
But da entire street be foodless.
Wtd wtd da wunner buddays wunnered,
Until dey reached a suburb.
Den off dey skipped off da sillayful tram,
For to No Man's Land twas headed.
So dey made their way back, back to da city,
To da city, da city dey went.

Finally cold and hungery, nay, starving,
Da wunner buddays reached da city.
Finally sacrificing adventure for food,
Dey trammed their way to Lygie.
Nonetheless nonetheless da dindin was lovely!
Of cows and poh-tay-toes and veggies and things.
Andden andden, oh yes there's yet more,
There was dessert for da wunnerful buddays!
Coffee and chocolate, liquor and cheese,
All mixed in a wunnerful cake.
Why choose we say? Why...why choose?
When the Lord gave us Tiramisus?

And thus endeth da day, a wunnerful day.
Of dodjee wunnerful thangs.

Yes, peeps, dear peeps, there's a wunnerful world,
Just waiting for you to find it.

So peeps, dear peeps, I beseech you, I say,
Won't you please go out and play?

Third Letter To Da Peeps!

Yet again, my learned friends (peeps!), the writer has an exclamation to make!

So the writer realised that zammies are stressfilled thangs. They are like beanie bags stuffed with lots of hard and stinkaayyy thangs and without all the luff and fluff! (Vey, I say, VEYYY!)

Nonetheless, while peeps (we peeps) battle da zammies, remember to breathe properly!
(Breathing properly means: Breathe in, Breathe out (this should take about... 3 seconds?) anddenn.... PTL!)

Nonetheless, peeps, must rember to PTL all the time (because GIG ATT!)

okay, mustent stress I say....


And da peeps (like a certain... learned friend whose name starts with a K) who are done with the zammies can now go throw corn around and cellyberate!


Toodlies, peeps (:

Second Letter To Da Peeps!

And so the second letter begins with the revvy of a certain writer (whose name starts with a Jay, and praps the other Jay too!) Yet again, yet again, the writer has battled the odds, against internet-less days and found ways to get on the line, all for the sake of typing this letter.

It thus begins with a greeting: G'Day Peeps! Dearest peeps...

So then, comments from peeps (eg, da Wally, PW etc) came to the attention of the writer. It was said that the writer is 'mad'. But one would wonder (wunner) why! What is their definition of madness? (who knows, who knows!). Apparently, it was a great achievement when the writer was about to hold a 'normal' conversation for TEN whole minutes (ohwow - the writer applauded herself).

Peeps, dear peeps! Normality (in your terms) is overrated! It's seriously and totally and explodingly overrated!

Do understand this! The laughter comes from joy! The laughter isn't exactly madness, as one could then conclude. And so, why exactly do we keep laughing? (why, why?). For the very simple reason that we refuse to be sad! We refuse to sit around all day and sulk and pout and be grumpy (like oscar the grouch! instead, we could be like... elmo and cookie monster and snuffy! cuteful and cute (: ). It occurred to the writer (and praps the others as well), that it was pointless being sighful for too long a time! It occured to the writer: 'Why suppress the laughter?' - the laughter (or Da Dodj, or the madness) should be spread!

Spread some laughter, just like butter;
and spread the love and joy and peace and hope!
The odds shall not get us down!
Strive, we strive;
All day, every day we strive!
(ooh, this could be a song...!) (:

And so the writer thinkst that this is sufficient words for the letter, for now.. and thus and therefore shall proceed to end this letter, regardless of whether it is complete.

With much love (and hope, and understanding etc),
(One of) Da Writer(s).