G’(Fri)day!

Bella is a good girl… at improv, Oliver got apple smacked, and Kayla ate KFC instead of tuck shop.

Happy time, happy place!

One-three-four: kick on my door!

Where did Harold Holt go? A quick-change poo, and Kayla doesn’t remember what is currently being said… great for a pod.

Goop!

Welcome to the start of the middle of the week!

By happenchance and happenstance dogs are good at improv, measuring in mums, and counting the gaps. 

Goodbye from the start of the middle of the week!

Hello and welcome to this Tuesday.

Improv is hard, ya gotta dig ya nails in, and Kayla feels trapped by Oliver’s haiku.

Goodbye from this Tuesday.

We’re IN!

We’re talking Martian law, dugongs might mess around with a spork, and hindsight for the future (not foresight).

We’re OUT!

Happy Ryeday!

Kayla could be a one-banger name, we are always aware who is listening, and Oliver is a skin bag and a brain puddle. 

Oh, we’re sick boiz.

See you until Kingdom come!

*Siiiiiiiiiiigh* HELLO!

Kayla is really skilled and predictable, do dogs eat Zucchini, and Oliver slowly forgets to think.

*Wheeeeeeeze* GOODBYE!

H.i.

This is going to be a good one, we do a flashback, Kayla was a braver man that day, and most men look like thumbs.

B.y.e.

It’s a Tuesday Scat-Off!

John Cena must have influence in the big community, check that out you science minded folk, and we’re playing by magpie’s rules.

Scattity boop bap bye-bye!

New week, new meek!

You have to be a mature teen, a flasher and a peeper are different, and John Cena knows his audience.

Go throw a spoon!