We have a coworker from Munich that chokes his chicken all the time. So often in fact that it’s made the German, Helmut, buff.
I seem to recall that…oh NO! He’s going to kill a kitten!
I absolutely HATE sexism in language. I run my own house and life, but since I’m female I can never be master of my own domain.
That may prove difficult since I played hide the salami earlier.
Must have been cock-robbin’ then.
I’ve heard that rubbing limas makes their skins softer. So I’m going to tickle the tender bean.
Robin
Shit, I thought he said he was going to choke his children.
Well, I managed to squeeze the weasel into submission last night, but this morning I noticed that my pet python was a little stiff (he gets that way when he doesn’t sleep right). In order to loosen him up a bit, I think I’m going to have to shake the snake.
I’ve been following my gf around the house all morning, repeatedly getting in her way. She asked me to keep away, but words alone won’t do it. Nope, she’s gonna have to beat me off.
I’d like to join in, but I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hold my own. Or would I?
Sequential action… the thread above this one was
Chelsea Clinton is helping me shine door knocks
:o
LOL. Yes literally at my desk.
I myself am pretty tired still today. Over the weekend I worked at the fishing tournament. It was a tightly regulated affair and everyone had to not only use the same bait, but have it put on their hook the same. I was put in change all the people that hooked bait. Yes all weekend I was master baiter. Really it was a shame since some of the hookers that were working for me were much more qualified to handle the worm.
Hijack: One episode of “Dharma & Greg” revolved around the duck statue, which was given to the couple who had sex in the most unusual public place. Greg’s stuffy parents won the award, and when Dharma gave them the statue, her mother-in-law stated “This isn’t even a duck. It’s a goose. Why do you call it a duck.” Dharma replies “Because goose doesn’t rhyme.”
I really need to rest. I have been stationary and holding my mouse all day. So until tomorrow, this will be the last time I come to this thread. Hopefully by then there will be plenty of new viewing material. If not, I can always extract some fresh ideas.
My cat is feeling lonesome today, and keeps rubbing up against my leg. So I’m going to stop typing for awhile and go pet the kitty.
Boy, my right arm is sore! It feels like I pulled a muscle.
I know, I’m doing it wrong but…
Ironing the microphone.
Worshipping the chimp.
Punishing the creek.
I’d love to participate in your thread about vaguely inappropriate euphemisms, but if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I have to go see a man about a horse.
OK, so today I’m sitting in Michener Library at the University of Northern Colorado (the other UNC) researching Aristotlean influence on modern journalistic rhetoric. I’ve decided to wander over into the classic stacks and critique my Plato for awhile. Maybe I’ll bring my syllogism to an invalid conclusion.
Yes! I got it! I got it! IgotitIgotitIgotitIgotitIgotitIgotitIgotitIgotit! I … got … it!
Ahhhhhhh!
Now I don’t want it anymore. Whew!
Ah, you’re just paying lip service to the thread.
This thread reminds me of the time announcer Jim Ross accidently said something like this while commentating a wrestling match. Here is the clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddfx_U4-jwA
You can see he quickly tries to cover it up after he realizes what he said and how it sounds.