Beer Can E.D. and The Mother Yeast, The MMP

I got 2/3 of my presecriptions. The pharmacy is waiting for the Dr to call back and approve another refill. Of course, it would be for the one that **FCD ** had only 1 tablet left. I tell him we can refill when he has 1o left, but does he listen? Of course not. Sheesh… :rolleyes:

I got a few drops on my windshield as I drove home from CVS, but not enough to matter. And now we’re looking at another week sans rain. My poor, poor yard…

I should go downstairs and decorate another doggy, but I’m too tired. And tomorrow, I may have a looooooooong day, so it’s looking like it might not be till Weds till I can get to the studio. This employment stuff really sucks. I need a sugardaddy. Or, wait, I saw where Paris Hilton’s grandfather disinherited her - wonder if he’ll take me on?? A girl can dream, right?

yeah, right…

MagicEyes: For hobo chicken, start off with a couple cans of baked beans and mix in honey mustard, brown sugar, onion, garlic and seasonings to taste. Pour over boneless skinless chicken breast, lay bacon strips on top and bake. I can dig up the actual recipe if anyone’s interested. It’s so good, and filling.

As I’m typing this the Fearless Husband (Flusband?) is watching “Attack of the Show” and I hear “Chocolate Rain” from this thread playing, as one of their top five videos on the net right now. Ooh! An interview! His speaking voice sounds exactly like his singing voice, for the record.

Happy Birthday, VunderWife & ReboKid!!!

Welcome JulieFoolie (cute name) and positive vibes heading your way

:eek: :smiley:

Wow - 3 pages already.

Is LOUNE hiding from me? Since I am unable to play during the day, I hereby assign whoever wants it as my proxy in the schoolyard fight
::hands over dirt clumps and pepples::

Here are an unlimited supply of Hugs, Yays, Boos, Pats-on-back, Slaps-upside-heads, and <snerk>s. Distribute as needed.

Well, I got a nasty headache at work today and left an hour early. There was some pie in the break room, but it wasn’t medicinal pie. I know this because I had a couple pieces of it.

Hell, I just woke up; two hours after I got home from work. My head still hurts, but not as bad as before (I think).

Now, for the 75 dollar question, that was a typo, RooPoo. Between my headache and my BlackBerry with its qwertylicious keyboard, I picked the wrong word. “Are” is supposed to be “see”.

I see no rosie here, so I accept her unconditional surrender. I’m gracious about it too.

gloat gloat

:: pelts LOUNE with several handfuls of pebbles (the ones kept to the side, not the ones handed over)::

And don’t you mean goat, goat?

::Flings dirt clumps at LOUNE and runs, giggling wildly, from scene::

Hm, this isn’t any way to show defeat, rosie.

super glues the palms of rosie’s and gt’s hands together

:smiley: I was picturing Herman going to the beach or the cabin, going boating, things like that. I hadn’t pictured a roller coaster. That’d be awesome! :stuck_out_tongue:

As more of my coworkers have tried them, more people are saying they like them. And we all like that they come in 3 individually sealed sleeves inside the box. They stay fresher that way! Why don’t regular Oreos come that way??

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate the forecast? No? It’s been months and we have all kinds of newbies who have no idea of the level of my loathing for the forecast? So I should describe in detail how much I #&^%@# HATE this thing? That it’s after 7 pm (when I usually work until 5) and I’m still at work? Well, I would go on and on about it, but I’m exhausted from working on the @#&*(#% forecast so I won’t bore you all with the details. But suffice it to say that I will run screaming from any future jobs that mention the “f” word.

Lucky for us, gt, I always carry a bottle of nail polish remover.

(after dissolving the glue, pours remainder of fluid on whatever important documents LOUNE happens to be carrying)

It’s entirely too hot to live. I wanna go curl up in a meat locker whimpers

Aw! My study guide!

Oooopsie, there went LOUNE’s study guides. ETA: Or maybe it was porn.

So, tell us taxi, is it true that forecasts are the best part of your job? :smiley:

GT

decides to go old school and give rosie a hotfoot

I have disturbing visions of serial killers luring women into meat lockers with promises of coolness.

Damnit, I was planning to go to the Blues concert today in Millennium Park. Instead I’m stuck at work doing makeup classes for next week. Boo.

I almost forgot that I wanted to post this again for anyone who missed it the first time around. It’s the long-anticipated, breathlessly-awaited Ceramics Giveaway!!! :smiley: Four pieces have been claimed so far:

Well, is she hot? :wink:

::throws flaming shoe at LOUNE::
eta:
I hear my mom calling me in to supper*. I can’t play with you any more tonight

*or the equivalent thereof - which is: I need some sleep

I see where, upon reading further, MBG was asked this about a bazillion times already.

Damned edit timeout.

Wanna toss it in her butt?

I accept your second surrender, missy.

Yes, I win. Again.

ducks the shoe, which lands in swampy’s beer