HA! I’ll keep that in mind next time there’s a questionable smell in my general vicinity: it was from Georgia!
This could be truer than you think. :eek: Just let ACBG and me eat a couple bowls of beans together.
Oh my goodness, now we’re talking about penis heads and farts. Oh, my sensibilities!! swoon 
(Just kidding) At least I get to blame one of the dogs when I need to “expell” since most of the time it IS one of them.
Interstate farts, smell cones, penis heads and dental hygiene.
That’s the punchline. Make your own joke. :eek:
I went out with “the boys” last night. They started with bowling, but I was late, so I met up with them at the restaurant. They chose to eat at Hooters. I noticed that the waitresses are nearly as flirty as they used to be. Maybe their “policy” has changed, maybe I’m getting old. But I also noticed that there was, possibly, a waiter. I’m not sure, since we sat close to the entrance and my seat kept my back to most of the restaurant. But he wasn’t wearing the bright orange shorts, so who’s to say for sure? Once that thought had crept into my mind, though, I couldn’t help but keeping flashing to visions of Swampy in his Hooters outfit. Scary.
Shibb you just have to let go of that fantasy. Like I told you in the last eight emails you sent, I am not gonna put on orange hot pants, a tight white tshirt and biker boots and model on webcam for you. You really need to let it go.
I made salmon patties, english peas, smashed taters and biscuits for supper last night. It was soooooooooo good! Then I sprayed my whole house with that NeutraAir stuff cause it smelled salmony. That NeutraAir stuff works real good.
Oh, and we’re going to Hooters tonight. I gots to have me some hot wangs and beer!
I had a really hard time getting my truck started this morning, because I had to park it outside in the driveway last night.
The damned garage dddor is frozen shut.
I don’t want to hear a single thing from such folks as Shibb, scout or swampy on the subject of climate.
And that was a strangely appropriate typo.
So is this before or after the Hooters trip?
’nookie it will be during the Hooters trip. Hot wangs and cold beer are the reason to go to Hooters. Well, that and the cheese sticks. And the onion rings. The Cuban sammich ain’t too bad either. But it’s hot wangs and cold beer I’m after.
Them hot wangs must be something different down there because I ain’t never seen them on a menu up here 
Well not a menu in a restaurant anyhow!
And just where are wangs on the menu? Are they priced differently based on cut, color, girth and length? Do they do mail orders?
Which one, non sequitur?
Swampy, they have Cuban sandwiches at your Hooters? I’ve not noticed that on the menu. I had the buffalo chicken salad last night. It was okay but they don’t know from hot.
Hot Wangs may be just the ticket for dinner tonite. (Thanks, swampy!) Since it is not only cheat night but no-cook night. The little neighborhood quasi Italian restaurant makes some good Hot Wangs and they aren’t dinky wangs either. They are nice and plump. MMmmmmmmm! That’s the ticket, alright.
Tupug
Nope. That one would be my crappy engineering school spelling of vaguely foreign words.
I was talking about the shivering stutter on the word “door”.
’nookie and Homebrew get your minds out of the gutter. Well, actually, if Homebrew wants to think about my hot wang that’s ok.
Ok, now that the MMP has been pornoed up, when I say hot wangs, I mean them little thangs that chickens have that’s supposed to make em fly even though chickens don’t actually fly so much. Bein’ as I am all southern an’ such, when I say it it sounds like “hot wangs.” Originally, I was gonna make chicken and rice tonight but the craving for wangs set in and then phone calls were made to friends resulting in a meet up at Hooters for hot wangs and cold beer tonight.
Shibb Cubans have always been on the menu at Hooters here. Though I usually have wangs, I will occasionally get me a Cuban cause that’s the only place around here I have ever seen em and I likes me a Cuban sammich.
mmmm … Cuban wang …
Damn. It’s an hour to lunch and now I’m hungry. I haven’t had a good Cuban sammich in next to forever.
I’m gonna’ leave work early and go to Target for a sandwich press.
I soooooooooo wanna be there when you try to explain to Angel Pants that the reason you had to go buy a sammich press is because you wanted a Cuban sammich and well, ya just can’t find a good one around here, so…
Be sure you stick to your list at Target Ex. Wouldn’t want you to be all in trouble on the homefront.
SNOW DAY!
We were supposed to get an inch or so of snow yesterday. We didn’t. We got about four, maybe five inches. A little more in other areas, but about four or five inches of snow here.
You know what the worst part is? (Other than having to shovel the driveway with both Soupo and Katcha as my “helpers”.) We’re out of bread. Really. We need bread. And that’s not all- we need milk too. So it’ll look like I’m all hyped up about the White Death, when I’m not, I just didn’t plan very well.
At least we have plenty of toilet paper (bathroom tissue, if you’d rather). That way I don’t have to go for the Blizzard Trifecta.