Boo! Hank Goes NaNoWriMo

2012 NANOWRIMO

Well, it’s here! It’s officially November and the start of NaNoWriMo, which means the start of Hank’s mission to pen, once again, a 50,000-odd word novel in thirty days. Emphasis on odd, for sure.

Hank intends to dig in to his masterwork, RUBBISH! A Dog’s Guide to the Good Stuff  without stimulants (thank you very much Mr. Armstrong and Mr. Coffee) but with old-fashioned can-do and giddy-up instead. Stay tuned for the juicy tidbits he’s sure to unearth and lay before your startled eyes!

Speaking of unearthed, Halloween has now passed away and with it went a reason to dig Hank’s bumblebee outfit out of the old costume trunk. This was a tragedy to everyone but Hank, but he’s too portly for the ol’ bumble togs—which seems a bit absurd when you  think about it—so he had to consider alternate costumes.

A few of the suggestions tossed around were:

  • a binder full of women
  • The Human Being Formerly Known As Richard Mourdock (AKAFKU)
  • mittens (red)

...but Hank doesn’t cotton to the truly ghoulish. He was thinking more along the lines of:

Hotdish! Tots!

Tots!

  • a tasty, tasty casserole  (HOTDISH!!!)
  • this dog
Oscar de la Biscuit

Oscar de la Biscuit (that dog)

YUM!

فلافل‎ equals small tasty thing!

  • Baby Beluga
Courtesy Vancouver Aquarium

XXOO

  • the FURminator
  • Paul Williams
  • a dangling modifier

…but in the end, he and Cap decided to go as the little people in Shirley MacLaine’s salt shaker.

Don't Shoot the Piano Player

No, ha ha. No. In the end, nature called and Hank chose to go as….The Streak. The fastest thing on four feet. As did Cap. And all nudey-nudey and quick as lightning they were!

Boogity boogity!

 

Boo!

Just Truly Weird

BWAAAAAAhaHAA!

Oh lord help us

Happy Halloween Past!

Hank hopes you had the most sincere Halloween ever, and he looks forward to sharing more rubbish with you in November!

____________________________________________

I dabbled into witchcraft. I hung around people who were doing these things. I’m not making this stuff up. I know what they told me they do. One of my first dates with a witch was on a satanic altar and I didn’t know it. I mean, there was a little blood there and stuff like that….we went to a movie and then had a little picnic on a satanic altar.

—Christine O’Donnell

If Lincoln were alive today, he’d be turning over in his grave.

—Gerald Ford

Love ya, Baby!  | ©2012 HouseofHank.me

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