Bad, bad, bad ?????? :) (Another less than descriptive thread title by: beck)

On a dare I am posting this thread.
Actually it was a double-dog-dare. What could I do? I have no choice, really.

As I like to live on the edge, (yeah, I’m dangerous alright) I’m gonna do it.
I’m gonna post all the gory details. I’m gonna tell all the secrets. My post will be like a open door. Air blowing through. Light in the dark corners.
Everyone will soon know. There will screeching and fainting. You folks prone to passing out get a pillow around your head, for safety. If you have a baby asleep be prepared to deal with that.

This secret is the secretest of secrets. No one could ever know. My lips have been sealed, so to speak.

The party who double-dog-dared me certainly hasn’t blabbed. That would be suicidal.

Oh, no. I see a problem.
This is bad.

I can’t really out the other person. It would harm them. I’m just too nice to do that.
Yeah, that’s it. I’m too nice.

OTOH, I was dared. Hmmmm?
What to do? What to do?

I guess I’ll have to keep the secret. Dang it! I hate missing out on a dare.

Sorry, folks.

But, know this: secret things go on behind the scenes. And, Ms.TMI, Beckdawrek is privvy to them.
Yep, I know things.
Lots and lots of things.

Don’t you wish you were me? (Hush! I heard snickering)

b. Key-locking her lips
I told you so.

You told swampbear you’re out of TP?:eek:;):dubious::confused:

I came in here to see if you knew something about me that I don’t know. Glad to see you don’t / you do but aren’t talking / something else entirely, but I feel cheated. :frowning:

Or something else entirely.

And he offered you a rabbit? :smiley:

Dangit, Beck, if you tell everyone where I’m finding toilet paper and hand sanitizer, I’m going to be very ticked off.

Welllll…she does know something about me.

I doubt that is the big secret she’s dangling over every head.
~VOW

Some of you are WAY too clever. Just sayin’

(;))

The bait’s out.

Set the hook!!

<snork>

I don’t think Swampbear likes me. He never addresses me in the MMP. It makes me kinda sad :frowning:

He likes you.
[Sally Field]We like you! We really like you![/Sally Field]
:slight_smile:

Sounds like Granny Hawkins has learned a few things being locked down with her people for these few weeks.

I’ve got Five dogs (The Killer Elite). What kind of Secret (or not) does that entitle me to?

I’ve never seen an escalation to quintuple dog dare so quickly. There’s usually a few -uple dogs in the way.

Let me count:
Beck-2 ‘other than brilliant’ pocket dogs. (One’s kinda obese)
Mid-daughter - 2 ridiculously noisey Chihuahuas
Big Wrek - 16 hunting Beagles in the kennel. 2 are preggers.

Any stray dog hits the lottery if he turns up here.

Yep, I win. :smiley:

More like canine Russian roulette if DIL makes any more casseroles!
~VOW

I planted 40+ tomato plants today. Mr.Wrekker hooked up the electric fence.
I had all 4 Grand-wreks front and center and explained how it would bite you if you touched it. I told the boys not to pee on it.
(Mid-daughter is not happy Pop-pop taught the boys to pee outside). Before I was finished the 2 babies were crying. Bad Nana.

All that taken care of, I’m laying in wait for one of the Chihuahuas to get too close. Yes, it’s gonna happen. :eek:

My 2 dogs are never out when I’m in the garden. Or they would be the first ones to touch it.

The ‘Richard Petty Memorial Tomato Grove’

So much wrong with that, but I’ma gonna post it anyway.

Started drinkin’ early today.