FCM yep I’m gonna invest in two or three of those floating lounge chairs with the built in beverage thingy. They are so jake!
And fruit salad, mmmmmmmmm, bring it on. It’ll be good in the daiquiris. Provided Rue remembers to bring the blender.
Ellen Cherry the pool won’t be ready til probably the end of June. How long do those people intend to stay? Surely you can persuade em to go home by the end of June.
Ex what say we sit around the pool drink some beer and/or daiquiris and make up limericks/haikus about everybody else?
Lissla please leave the platypuses, platypi, whatever at home. And bring some dip. Dip is good around the pool. Well, not to spread around the pool, that’d just be disgusting. But to eat while sitting around the pool, it’s good.
Copper_moon if ever I decided to go straight it’d be just so I could have you. Of course you can come. Specially if you bring beer and pretzels. And, crazy hats for everybody!
(snicker) It’s just not that hard. (guffaw) Somebody had to do it. What? Oh, you’re right. Nobody had to do it. Sorry about that. I’m feeling rather teenagerish today.
Actually, I did have to say that. Because where I’m from, the phrase “Then I gave the boys a haircut” has a completely different meaning than the one you gave it (tee-hee), and I needed to have something else to back up my shady euphemisms.
Ok, mature comments only from here on. I mean it. Although I really should learn to laugh in a more manly way online. I mean, look at that. Snicker? “tee-hee?” Sure, I got a guffaw in there, but what’s one guffaw compared to a couple of girlie laughs? I might as well giggle. Sigh. It’s hard being a big hairy girlie man. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I have friends who pride themselves on being big hairy girlie men. I’m going to get some coffee now.
“A guffaw in the hand is worth two giggles in the bush”
Oh, crap. Whilst previewing, I notice that it’s taken me far to long to write this pointless post and now it makes even less sense than it did before. Rue’s gonna kill me for going all the way back to the OP. It just takes time to craft something this stupid and pretend to work at the same time.
I’ve got no real hijack here, so I’ll just say, “Hi, everybody!”.
That, and goats are cool. We used to have one that liked to sneak up behind you in the summer when you were wearing shorts and ever so delicately lick the back of your knee. And, when you turned around to see who was licking you, she would smirk. That’s right, a little goat-y smirk, and keep licking, while you writhed in an agony of tickling. This was much funnier if she did it to one of your sisters. If she was licking one of your sisters, then you smirked, too. I miss that goat. (Damn, I’m starting to write like Rue! And I was trying so hard to resist!)
Man, I wish I’d had a crazy hat contest to go to this weekend. Or a hardware store. Or a bookstore.
I went to WalMart, instead. I needed… mmm, I forget what. Wiper blades. And socks. I needed wiper blades and socks. And Walmart seemed like the logical place where one could kill both of those proverbial birds with only one proverbial stone (because who wants to waste proverbial stones on bird killing, when you might need them later, to see if they grow moss when they’re rolling? I don’t. No proverbial stone-waster am I, that’s for sure).
I don’t really like WalMart, though. It’s all depressing. It’s like the most depressing department store, ever. I’m not sure why that is, but it might have something to do with the greeters. Nothing is surer to make me sad than some obviously unhappy senior citizen in a blue vest accosting me in a doorway to wish me a nice day.
Maybe if they wore yellow vests…
That’s exactly what I was talking about. I could sit here (well, not here, it would have to wait until I got home) and compose a brilliant opus about swimming pools and daiquiris and by the time I actually posted it you people would be into the power tools at Sears.
Mmmm… daiquiris and swimming pools. Sitting around a pool with swampbe… uh, I mean Angel Pants (if I bring hand-dipped chocolate) sipping daiquiris and composing haiku. Cool.
Hot day by the pool
Rats, dog hair in my daiquiri
I think I’ll upchuck
On Preview:
Well, you see, Rue, what usually happens is I start reading the thread and think up some funny (or maybe not-so-funny) response to one post, but by the time I get to the last post the subject has changed so many times that what I wanted to say is now either totally out of context or it looks like I’m beating a dead horse (or goat, or platypus, or whatever).
Oddly enough, I do need to get some cat plumbing rearranged. I put off doing it too long and now I’ve got a female getting ready to drop a litter and two males who keep trying to get out to impregnate the rest of the neighborhood.
sniff That is just so lovely! sniff It’s going in my sig line.
That and Exgineer calling me Angel Pants and offering me hand dipped chocolates, is making me feel all special and stuff.
Hmmm… I got two straight dopers flirting with me. Yes, Ex any sentence that combines the terms Angel Pants and hand dipped chocolates is considered a flirt. This is the way stuff works for me. See, if I were straight I’d have gay dopers flirting with me. Course if I were straight and Ex still called me Angel Pants and offered me hand dipped chocolates, well, I just wouldn’t know what to think. Where was I? I forget.
I feel bad about breaking Cooper_Moon’s heart though. Blame it on Homebrew. He was the one walking all around the SDMB looking all handsome and studly that I developed my major league SDMB crush on him. It’s all his fault.
[sub]And I want a private pool party with just him and me.[/sub]
Ya know? You’re all worried if your post is appropriate to the thread? Why? I mean really, like it matters. Just post whatever the heck you feel like. If you wait long enough to hit the “submit” button the thread might just come around to where you want it. (Isn’t that what “submit” means?)
So just post away! Maybe it’ll be sequitous or not. Who’s really going to know?
Hello! Cajun Man, Coldfire & UncleBeer! What do yous guys think about these threads I do every week. I know you don’t hate them all that much because if you did I’m sure I’d get a harshly worded e-mail (at the least). Do any of you even read these things anymore? Or do you just figure they are benign train-wrecks by now?
-Rue. (the Inquisitive)
See?
I’m straight and Swampy’s gay, but I’m gonna’ call him Angel Pants and he won’t mind. All I really have to worry about is Homebrew beating me up, except I really don’t have to worry about him because he knows I’m straight. See? It just makes all kinds of sense when you think about it.
In the alternative, consider this. Swampy’s my buddy, and in the fullness of time we will find ourselves sitting by the side of the same pool, just drinking beer and shooting the breeze.
Okay?
Somehow, I’m gonna’ make Wintermute dribble in this thread too.
I suddenly got a mental image of you two guys in the old-time striped bathing suits, straw hats, and handlebar mustaches, seated in Adirondack chairs beside the pool.
Alternatively, I considered you both wearing matching thongs, but that vision was too disturbing, so I blocked it out. :eek:
Damn, I missed most of the train wreck. Here I am at the caboose again. Although I’ve always had a fondness for cabooses. Just keep saying the word and maybe you will, too. Caboose, caboose, caboose. Is it growing on you yet? My grandfather used to build cabooses, and the rest of the trains as well, now that you ask. Scale model steamers that had their own little track but were big enough to ride on. But you had to ride on the flat cars. Otherwise, it could be unpleasant. Actually, they still exist (the trains, not my grandfather. Well, he exists, but now it’s in that “in memory only” sort of way. Or, if one were theologically inclined towards believing in an afterlife, he does still exist, probably still riding his little trains in Heaven. Little heavenly trains with little heavenly cabooses.). I miss my grandfather. So glad someone brought that up. Good memories.
