Beware of The BLOG...it creeps, it leaps, it glides & slides all over the place.
Just like my ginger puddy tat. 'Cept his eyes are orange.Reminds me of a song Cubie. Remember this one... You should. No cheatin' nowOranges poranges who says,oranges poranges, who says--there ain't no rhyme for oranges!
Witchiepoo used to sing that on H.R. Pufnstuff. I still sing it to my girls & they think I'm crazy.
Ahh Cube.. Those were the days eh!And..... I don't think you are crazy mate!!H. R. Pufnstuff..Who's your friend when things get rough...
I hear you. Kids today just don't understand such a psychedelic show.
What the heck does H.R. stand for?
brooke: I don't think that was ever revealed. Or perhaps it was & I don't remember. Anyone else know?
those were the days...
I just barely have a hint of memory of the witchey song. Do remember a few bars of the the theme song. And didn't everyone have a crush on the little boy? Guess he probably grew up to be a drug addict. Can't even remember his name now. BTW - wouldn't you run into a lot of walls and furniture and people if you had a pair of the kitty cat glasses?
caz: You can't do a little, cause you can't do enough... or something like that. The boy's name was Jack Wild. I posted about his death not too long ago. Here I wouldn't wear the kitty glasses all the time ;-)
Ah, of course! I had entirely forgotten, and you did post about his death. Sheesh.
caz: you're only as good as your last post. Blogging is a fickle endeavor indeed.
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