Weird wombat

Where did the wacky, weird wombat wander without wondering why whiskey was withheld?

Walla Walla, Washington.
… wanker.

I’m not at all sure it was withheld. Although that would be pretty tricky typing for a wombat.

Wally the Wombat, from Walla Walla, WA, wondered where his wonderful Wiccan wombatess was waddling with the wizardly wort that packed a wallop. Warsaw, without a doubt.

What?

Pfft…whatever.

Woosh!

Well…what of it?

Wonderful.

Wow.

And was he worried when the whiskey was watery and weak? Would the wacky weird wombat work with wimpy whiskey?

What will we wonder when wallowing with weasels while we wend westward?

Was the weird wombat wet from Wildwood?

When will we wend wassailing with weird, weary wombat? Wednesday, when women whack weeds without wanting wangs.

This is funny . . . “WOMBAT” is the code word I e-mail to some coworkers to call me on my landline, and save me from the bat-shiat insane secretary in the other cubicle. See, I can type without looking, so I tab up to the addresses, type in some names, and type WOMBAT into the subject line with a blank body. In about 10 - 30 seconds, my landline rings, breaking the conversation.

Yes, I am a captive, hostile audience, and I must resort to these measures. :mad:

Tripler
Don’t get me started. It’ll be a pit thread soon enough.

Woozle…wuzzle?

Werry worrisome, wrecking wonderful wangs!

Wait, wait! I’m right here!

Montana, apparently

Wombat Whereabouts Withheld

Weird wombat withdraws, wending wearily westward whilst westerly winds whine woefully.