Tired. Tired. Tired.
Natty Bumpercar whines and yawns his way through telling you where he has and hasn’t been sleeping. Everything is falling apart … Everything is unravelling.
Please send us your tips on how to make a 2 year old go to sleep – we are getting desperately sleepy here in Headquarters. Just email us at Bumperpodcast@nattybumpercar.com with your tips!
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Every pig is working for the weekend – and on this episode of the Bumperpodcast – your host Pig and his producer Yetkin the moose are guaranteed to get you to the weekend in style.
Okay – we aren’t legally allowed to guarantee anything … but – we really hope that they will at least make it through the whole show … We really do.
Don’t forget to email me your questions, musings and whatnot at bumperpodcast@nattybumpercar.com.
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Hooray! It’s an all new episode of The Know Show. I wonder what’s in store?!
Welcome to Dreamland! Cozy? Good. Tuck yourself right in for this sugarplum of a bedtime story. Join us for a special library visit, a sloppy shopping sing-a-long, talking turkey, sounds* from Carter Thornton and a shout-out from rock-and-roll’s Hans Chew. Plus, we’ll share how we stumbled upon the pitfalls of the new Twitter interface in our “Social not-working” segment, and Mr. Patel will tell us how it is.
Want to join us? Have a comment or question? Call us or send us an e-mail!
Extra-special thanks to our sponsor: The Dreamcatcher 5000 (6:14)!
And to these fellows worth knowing: Hans Chew, Carter Thornton and Steven Reines.
*(C.T. contributions: “Time for a Week” and “Thanksgiving”)
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The other morning – at 6:00 a.m. – I was (un)pleasantly awakened by my pooch pal of a friend (Irving Brown Socks) throwing up right on me. It was a particularly distressing event – mostly – because there was absolutely no doggie early warning system to alert me to my impending doom. One minute – there was pleasant sleep – and the next . . . hot hot nasty.
Normally – he starts to frown (a signal that I never would have picked up on while asleep) and then he begins to blurka-blurka-blurka until his stomach becomes empty. But now – evidently – we live in a world where a dog can just stealthily hop onto an unsuspecting sleeper, throw-up and then scoot back to his “canine-camper.”
If we allow these aggressions to stand, then the dogs have truly won