The Wet Noodle
Ayup. The name's Yanni Yogi. Welcome to The Wet Noodle.
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((I’m not doing a very good job at keeping up with this blog, and I’m thinking of giving it up.
I haven’t completely thought it out, but I’m leaning towards letting someone else do a better job at playing Yogi.
Yanni’s a really great character, and I’m just letting him go to waste, really. I’m just doing the same thing over and over.
Any comments, feedback, ideas, anything like that would be appreciated, though do not feel inclined to say anything.
asf;lk;lakf.))
This has been on my deviantART webcam for the longest time. Thought I’d share it here too. I didn’t make this gif but I’d sure like to shake the hands of the person who did <3
Yanni hadn’t really been to a restaurant other than his own. Well, if you could call it a restaurant. He’d never traveled outside of the park since the incident.
And while walking downtown, he realizes he would like nothing more than some food.
He pauses in front of what seems to be a French restaurant of some sort. Tres Bien?
It wouldn’t hurt to try.
Yanni pushes open the door.
Ayup. Hello. Anyone in here?
Jean was bored, as usual. He was sitting in the kitchen of Tres Bien, idly stirring a pot of lobster while reading a book. “101 facons pour gagner son coeur” or “101 ways to win his heart”. Things hadn’t quite worked out with his one true love, Kristoph, but he wouldn’t give up! He could still make Kristoph love him!
He was so engrossed in his reading that he didn’t even notice the sound of the door opening, which would usually have him leaping up and down with joy. However, when the person spoke, Jean realized he was no longer alone, and his heart skipped a beat. A customer! Finally! He put his book down and pranced out into the dining area to greet the customer.
Oh, bonjour Monsieur, and welcome to Tres Bien! Please ‘ave a seat!
Ah, yes, someone was in there - a suspiciously pink individual, just a little bit on the chunky side. In fact, the gender of this individual was… dubious.
A-ayup.
He took a seat near the window.
Well then… What do you have?
Yanni hadn’t really been to a restaurant other than his own. Well, if you could call it a restaurant. He’d never traveled outside of the park since the incident.
And while walking downtown, he realizes he would like nothing more than some food.
He pauses in front of what seems to be a French restaurant of some sort. Tres Bien?
It wouldn’t hurt to try.
Yanni pushes open the door.
Ayup. Hello. Anyone in here?
answer:
((OH MAN BRO
ALL RIGHT, I’LL START. LET’S DO THIS))
Ayup! How are you?
YOU ARE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART
PASTA DOESN’T FUCKING GROW ON TREES, KEITH
WHAT THE FUCK KEITH YOU’RE JUST DOING THIS BECAUSE THE PASTA IS YELLOW
