The Gabby Goat Gazette

It's a wilderness out there.

Gabby Goat and his herd have a way of munching through the madness -- a bonefide alternative to butting your head against the nearest tree -- be it politics, 5:00 traffic or things that make you just wanna paw the ground and snort.

And for most every excuse or 25-cent word some jerk jerkles, Gabby will likely come up with an goatard, i.e., a goat word, to fit the occasion.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

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Saturday, November 26, 2005

Ewe, Ewe, Ewe, I'm in love with ewe, ewe, ewe ....


We met on a cliff, or'looking a ravine.
Tuffs in the right places -- if you know what I mean.
Her close-set eyes glowed in the moon,
I stammered and shuffled like an awkward baffoon.
"Do you trek here often?"
"Your horns are perplexing."
She turned to me slowly -- my dewclaws were flexing:
"I'm here on vacation."
"My home range is east."
I was muzzle to muzzle with a visual feast.
"May I show you my pen?"
"Maybe dinner? A drink?"
She blushed in the darkness; her nose turned bright pink.
"There's a kudzu patch, down near the river."
"I'll lead; you follow." My hooves were aquiver.
She followed me closely, her breath on my rump.
"You can move to my side once we climb up that hump."
Soon we were trotting, wither to wither.
Loin to loin -- my heart was adither.
"How long are you staying? I hope it's for days."
"I'll invite you to pillage and plunder and graze."
She turned to survey me from poll top to hock.
"I leave in the morning, but I can always come ba-ah-ah-ah-ah-ck."
To be continued .....

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

It's all about goats ---


We're everywhere and part of everything. You may not recognize us. We like it that way. We lurk and stealth. We manipulate and control every industry, every organization, every structure within society. Every society. Sometimes we change a vowel or two to throw off those who try to horn in on our power base. Here are a few examples of our influence and might.

Glass-Bottom Goat
"Murder She Goat"
Post-it Goat
Fur Goat
"The Goatfather"
"The Goatfather II"
"The Goatfather III"
Goatmeal Cookies
Department of Goater Vehicles
"Sewing your Wild Goats"
Ringoat Starr
B.F. Goatrich
The Pearly Goats
Harlem Goattrotters
"You've goat mail"

And you thought we only munched kudzu and stood around sucking our teef, eh?

Nahh-Nahh-Nahh-Nahhhhh

Welcome to Goatland.