I was gonna start a “Rue DeDay Focus Group” thread. Try to bring you the finest in the Rue Expreience. But that would be pretty pointless. I’d get two responces…
A) Rue who?
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2. Enough with the parenthetical asides, already. (It truely is my hope to be the Parenthetical King)
Then I’d thought about a “Who is your favorite poster?” poll. This mutated into “Is there a poster who you click on their threads just because it’s them?” See, I’ll check out Scylla, Fenris, Jester and Jarbaby (jarbabyj, you should get your screen name fixed. At least to “jarbaby” with no extra “j”)(I don’t care if YOUR name is meaningful to YOU, you should change it to accomodate me.)(Ha! Kidding!) even if their thread title sounds a little weak. But really, who cares? Ya read what ya read.
This led me to “Where’s SexyWriter?” We sure could use a dose of her patented Sexy Double Entendre and Innuendo. But once again, ehhh… She’ll be around when she gets around. (Unless she had another run-in with her landlord. Maybe “Crazy Lady from Hell” tied our fair Sexy to her oil drum in the basement.)
Maybe a “What’s your favorite candy as a child and now?” thread. But really, how much gushing over Pop Rocks can you stand? (Brach’s Rocks were pretty good too, but that’s beside the point.)
Where is all this going, you ask? Siddown an’ shaddup, I’m getting there…
See, I get these ideas spinning around in my brain and it’s like a sparrow in a barn. It’s as happy as a happy thing, but it doesn’t do any good just flitting around endlessly in this big ol’ barn. Ya gotta let it out. Don’t want these sparrow-ideas to poop on my metaphorical mental tractor. Don’t-cher-know.
So where’s this going? Well I just purged my brain, and here’s the mess that’s left.
So here’s the whole point of this post
What is there to do around where you live this Summer? (See, if the post should go somewhere, maybe I should too.)
Ya got the Biggest Ball Of Twine?
The World’s Largest Concrete Chicken?
Baby Ghurkin Festival?
Or if you want to address any of the above Brain Jetsom, feel free. (What am I gonna do? Hunt you down and shoot rubber bands at you?)
(sigh) Not as good as a Jack Chick parody, but that’s what you get when the Message Board will let anyone join.