’zine, never fear, there be Lutherans there. I grew up 2 hours south of Grand Rapids, just across the Indiana line, so it’s a lot closer to home than I am now. I know that part of Michigan is a hotbed of Seventh Day Adventism, but they’re mild compared to the Baptists in Virginia and North Carolina.
Snow sucks, but I can be had For The Right Price.
You are such a whore!
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Taxi I’m so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
Silly FCM! Sequined tube tops and thongs are the official wear of Walmartians. I hear chaoticdonkey wears em to work everyday. 
BelZ Knock You Naked Margaritas sound yummy and lethal. I can’t wait to try em. They just might become the second official drink of Synchronized Pool Noodling. Beer, is of course, the first official drink since the consumption of it led to the whole idea to begin with.
I think this deserves a:
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Re Scout’s nakedness, all I meant by that was that I thought it was unfortunate that she apparently didn’t ever have occasion to get suddenly naked, because it’s been my experience that the spontaneous ripping off of superfluous clothing in the company of the right person is one of the absolute funnest things about being human. so anyway, I stand corrected.
Thanks Taters, I appreciate your concern.
Taxi, I’m really sorry for your loss.
Actually Bob, For enough money, I’d live ther too. Some years ago I spent a long weekend in Grand Rapids photographing stained glass windows in churches and saw a lot of the older parts of the city and liked it overall. And I love my family, they just make me crazy sometimes.
I read, or saw, somewhere that Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville margaritas are equal parts fresh squeezed lime juice, triple sec, and top shelf tequila. That always sounded good to me. Anybody know?
Swampy, coincidentally, some friend of ours who retired to Leesburg, Fla stopped by this afternoon for a visit. They’re making the rounds in a motor home.
Gettin’ back to the Sweet Potato Queens, I found this thread on their message board. Anybody want to try this concoction out? I may hafta go by the store on the way home.
That should be some friends or ours, not some friend of ours. There was two of 'em. Together even. Sheesh. I can’t even type anymore.
Holy moses. Fritos, corn syrup and peanut butter?
If I wasn’t so sensible (and concerned about how I look naked - you know, for when I’m knocked naked!), I’d be ALL OVER THAT.
If you was nekkid, it could be all over you!
Incidentally Swampy, I think they prefer to be called Walmart-Americans.
And, unfortunately the sequined tube top and thong uniform hasn’t filtered this far north yet. They mostly wear torn, dirty t-shirts and pajama bottoms with slippers around here, iffen you can see them at all through the nebulous cloud of chillins orbiting around 'em.
[QUOTE=swampbearSilly FCM! Sequined tube tops and thongs are the official wear of Walmartians. I hear chaoticdonkey wears em to work everyday. [/QUOTE]
Well, on a side note, due to my recent underwear experimentation, (did I tell you guys about that? It basically involves a diehard boxers fan buying a pair of silky, stretchy boxerbriefs.) I was looking to buy a thong of some kind. They were rampantly available in Germany, and I found a 5-pack of them last night, but I don’t want 5. I want one, in case I don’t like them.
And your point is… ???
I love ham sammiches. I’m there!
Well, surely there are at least four hard to buy for people on your Christmas list! You have to think these things through. I swear, sometimes I think I’ve taught you nuttin’ at all!
Bumba Leesburg, FL and Leesburg, Jawja ain’t that far apart. Did you know that? I’ve never been to the FL Leesburg, but I see exits for it off I75 and the Florida Turnpike. It’s at most four hours away even!
March 12, 2005
Ummm, oh I did not see you there. I am looking for a book on how to catch a Leprechaun. Do you want to help me? Good I will tell you what to do. First you need to get the book. Second you need to get a flavored lizerd foot. Finnilly you need to find a leprechaun. Oh and do not forget to bring some lunch along in your bag. You were lucky to find the items and a leprechaun but he escaped! You come back to me and ask me why he escaped. I said that you had the book on how to bake bread. So you trotted back. Along the way you spot another leprechaun. You capture him. You ask him where his pot of gold is. He said his pot of gold was hidden in Austrailia! You did not believe the leprechan. Still you went there and it was there.
Apr. 4, 2005
Boy I wish that my parents would be too nice. What I am saying is they would buy me a new car for free! I would not get a snake it would eat my hamsters! I might become a tycoon millionare! No I don’t want to become a peasent! I might even become a king! I would not be a ordanairy kid. Muhaaaa I might rule the world. You what should I do with you uuhhh ice cream break.
Thanks for the condolences everyone.
Those are great stories Shibb. (And I don’t think I ever complimented Soupo’s stories… they were very entertaining too, Rue. I definitely had flashbacks to second grade. I also forgot to compliment the baby pictures. SOOOO cute!) I wish that my parents would be too nice too and would buy me a new car for free! That’s a *really *good idea.
::yawn:: I’m going to bed now. Still trying to catch up on sleep and to get back on to Eastern time after my weekend in Central. Crazy time change. Nite ever’body.
I love your kid, Shibb. I want to write just like him.
Oh, fine, Ana, you say you’ll help, but is everything clean and tidy now? No! And you have to replace the lava lamp and all the cans of boiled peanuts! Hussy!
He certainly has a certain unique style. I’ve got his writing journal for the past year here (first grade) and it’s a hoot to read through it. The spelling is a bit more tortuous early in the year but most of his stories are much shorter.
Hopefully, you participated in the big Tshirt exchange, and I can buy your address from twickster or something if there are no packs of thongs smaller than 5.
Oct. 26 2004 Inc.
One morning I was a pumpkin in the pumpkin pach. I wasint picket yet I lookd at the people all the other pumpkins were geting picket but I was not is et i was not ovle but someone got me and caried me away and I was happy but I still liked the pumpkin pach so we visited the pumpkin pach and got another pumpkin. and I was happyer.
Father’s note: no idea why he wrote “Inc.” after the date, but it’s there, just like that.
Nov 1 2004
One day I was a turkey and I disguised myself as a candy bar and some people got my and they toke me home but they toke off my disguise. than I had to get a nother disguise and I disguised myself as a nother candy bar and someone got me and got my disguise off and I got one more candy bar disguise and they found out I was a turkey and they still ate me.
The discerning reader will note that this class writing assignment was way to soon after Halloween.
Nov 8 2004
One day I woke up and I was a mouse and I had wiskers and a tail I did. Not no how I became a mouse but I was rite next to a cat and it almost ate me and had me for supper and the next day that same cat had frinds and they were next to the cheese and it lookd so yummy I allmost got myself eatin but I got into a crack in the wall and came out another crack in the wall I was suprised and the cats almost ate me.
Boxer briefs are God’s greatest gift to me. I’m just sayin’.
Wow, I’m all about the innuendo-filled one-liners this week. Hmm.
hokey-smokes Bumba, you just HAD to bring up the icepicks in eyes thingy, dincha? My cousin got an icepick in the eye, well, a glass, but it had a similar effect.
His eye went all pop! and now he’s only got one eye, which would be ok if he was a pirate, but he’s not so it really sucks. (really).
I’m not making light of it, I’m doing that Australian thing of dealing with trauma through humour. (cos it’s real yick and must have hurt like crap! I feel quite awful for the guy).
oooh, lemme guess! Are Patriotic Pancakes full of food colouring to get the Red, White and Blue? Or do you just use housepaint and laugh at the kids eating paint? Silly kids! That’s house paint doncha know?
‘Eep!’ says kids, ‘Eep!’
FCM are the matching ‘thongs’ (that go with the tube tops) footwear or almost-nekkid non-ass-covering swim togs? Cos Thongs are what you throw at the magpies and the neighbour’s dog. At least in my house they are! My sister had a pair of sequinned thongs, she called them ‘spangly’, cos she’s like that.
Shib, the boy can write, I’m tellin’ ya! #1Dangerson can’t write, he just says, ‘yeeeeehaw!’ cos that’s what Bo and Luke say. I think he might watch a bit too much tv.
Work is better today. I had chocolate and we won an email argument!
We rock, go us! woo-woo!
My special favorite story Shibb is the one where The Boy’s carrying on about wishing his ‘rents were too nice and how he’d be king and all then all of a sudden it’s ice cream break time. That’s true MMP posting style right there! Yep, the kid’s a writin’ genius! Maybe Soupo and The Boy can team up and write an anthology. That’d be so jake!
I am in an ill mood right now. It ain’t even 8:30 A.M. yet and I’ve had whiny people in my office bitchin’ about each other. I think I’m going out and buying a tranquilizer gun for real this time. Or, maybe I could put chairs out in the hall and make 'em sit facing the wall. “That’s it!” I could say. “It’s timeout for you!”