Gee, I hope not …tho I’d like to see the spandex!
2 days and counting for WDW&RDD…
Eek. Superdude, don’t use the Middle Finger of Doom™. Please. I will never reveal any secrets again. (Notice the extreme lack of !'s. Hmm… could that mean something?)
Sophie, if you want nougat-ey blood off your hands, from what I gather, just hold them out. Someone (we won’t name any names, will we Shibb?) will be along shortly to lick… I mean clean them up.
Everyone, just skip this, OK? It’s kinda tasteless, but I have to say it. scout, I thought only boys could be a stick in the mud. But do what you like, just remember plenty of lube. Sorry, I’ll try to be better from now on.
Yeah! 'Cause those big assed bags are heavy. Talk to the guy with the forklift, and be sure to spread the weight evenly in your car. (Picture Zap tooling around town half-submerged in a sea of Fun Size Hershey bars.)
Ellen, I love Mary Janes. And those little peanut butter kisses, the black and orange wrapped ones. And Bit O’ Honeys. It’s sort of niche snacking. None of my sibs liked 'em, so I could trade cheap for them. Unload anything licorice and make a candy profit.
Poli, yeah two days. I oughta go to the airport now to clear all the security checks. Can’t wait. (But actually being in Disney World- can’t wait!)
See ya there.
Everyone else, I’m not snubbing you. Glad you could show up. Thanks.
-Rue.
I brought a bag of those to the office - all I got was scorn and abuse. I like 'em too. Come see me, Rue - I’ll give you kisses… peanut butter kisses, that is!
[sub] I wasn’t flirting. No really! I don’t do that! Stop staring at me like that!!
<John Turturro>
Oh my Gawd! Dontcha see? Those sireens had their way with Shibb and then turned her into a horny toad!
</John Turturro>
Zap!
A man of constant sorrow, looking for that big rock candy mountain. With my luck, it’ll be at Costco tonight. On sale.
:: shoves the kinky stuff BACK under the bed where it belongs - how’d that slip out??? ::
Once again I’ve been nabbed with my out of date sayings. Stick in the mud. Never the 'twain shall meet. And the list goes on. I spout 'em and get weird looks. But speaking of stick in the mud, it gets me to thinking about how my dad used to say that someone who was ugly got “beaten with the ugly stick”. That dad. He’s a hoot with the sayings…
You know, I’ve always had a sense that there’s been someone…following me. Guess that must have been Tattva living in my life’s shadow! Phew! And here I thought it was some spooky doppelganger. (whatever that is, but it’s a cool word)
Oh, and I need to cruise around the office for a bit and stock up on some leftover candy! Yum.
I trust the OP explains to everyone why I refer to Rue as “that loveable whack job”.
Personally, my candy never sings to me. It just makes a little crunchy noise. [sub]But oh, the screaming when you bite the legs off animal crackers… you have to eat the heads last, or you can’t hear them…[/sub]
Must resist bad joke…
The Silence of the Grahams 
Steven
RUE I share your pain also. 1/2 a bag of fun sized Butterfingers, 9 pieces of snickers, 4 reeses sticks, and dozens of pixie sticks later, (couldn’t give them away don’t want to scare the kiddies with ‘antrax filled paper straws’) I’m still eating candy.
The Skittles were talking to me this morning, and after a painful and heated argument I just bitch slapped the Ho.
sigh But I’m still craving the grape ones…
That should be Tim Blake Nelson. John Turturro was the one who got turned into the horny toad.
I do believe Shibb is a manly man… Tho having never seen a photo, I’m not gonna bet the ranch on it…
I had Fun Size Kit Kats for breakfast, actually.
I was just so flattered to have my post turned into a Coen Brothers parody that I didn’t even notice the gender thing.
Oh that’s it, bring up those vicious rumors of me being an endearing hired assassin. Wait, you said “whack job” (as in “puckish prankster”), not “whack job” (as in “hired hit”). That’s completely different. OK then.
-Rue.
Whoops. You and Euty are both right, of course. I’m posting at work and it’s hard to dredge up movie trivia while posting with one eye and looking for the boss with the other.
The Times regrets the error.
Zap!
And STAY OUT of Woolsworth!
Yikes… I had to stop by the grocery yesterday to pick up Dinnerstuff - and those RPBC [sub] see post title[/sub] mini’s hijacked my shopping cart!
They demanded I take them to work with me…
“Take us to Cuba[cle] - or the salad gets it!”
They get mean once they’re in the half-price bin…must feel unwanted or something. It’s society’s fault, really.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
When I wasn’t lookin’, somebody snitched my Milk Duds … and ate 'em!!! :mad:
Last night, 8:00PM
I lurch to the candy bowl like a zombie from The Night of The Living Dead. I drag the three remaing Almond Joys back to my den where, with brutal precision, I crush their nutty skulls and devour their coconut flesh. Bwaahahaha! Insatiable, the ghoul strikes again, and two Snickers meet their doom. The wrappers are strewn on the coffee table like toppled headstones in an abandoned cemetary. The monster is gorged now, and slips into a sugar stupor.
The princess returns home and finds me slumped on the sofa, head lolling, rivulets of chocolate drool running down my chin, staring blankly at the TV screen. Does she take pity and bring me the large glass of water antidote. No, No, help me please, she hands me two Reese’s mini cups, a Kit Kat, and a beer. Aaaahhhhh!!!
This morning my teeth hurt.
Ya know, it’s been 5 months almost since Halloween, and I still have leftover candy. I bought way too much when it went onto clearance, and now I’m cursed with abundant peanut butter things (not reeses…those little monster coin things), and lollypops, and tons of other crap. I’ve yet to figure out what I’m going to do with it all…anyone got a craving I can satisfy?
So. Many. Punchlines. Head. Going. To. Explode.
[sub]So, Pammi, how you doin’?[/sub]