Glad Soupo is feeling better. The extra day home will help make up for having to puke in the first place.
Usually I like my chocolate nut-free, but I must admit that Academia nuts seem to have been created for the express purpose of being coated in chocolate. I also think people who get six boxes of chocolate covered Academia nuts and then brag about it are just mean. 
I think I’ll go have a union-made Russian chocolate with a liqueur center to console myself.
NEENER! NEENER! NEENER! I got six boxes of chocolate covered Academia nuts and youuuuuuu didn’t! NEENER! NEENER! NEENER!
-swampbear (meanie)
My Gods! I’ve been neenered! It is ourageous, simply outrageous that some one such as myself should be treated in such a manner. And by swampbear no less. What has the world come to to when a person is neenered for merely expressing an opinion? I am at a loss to accept that a gentleman would ever speak so to a lady, and, as a true and gentle lady, I can only respond with:
You’re a big smelly neenerhead and I hope you get a Academia nut stuck in your nose!
And I bet you have cooties. Nyah!
The almond Hershey’s bars are boys.
They have nuts.
Thank you.
Actually, the fallacy here is the assumption that swampbear is a gentleman. They very act of neenering moves him definitively out of the gentleman category. And when dealing with a non-gentleman, one merely has to consider the source before delivering a withering glance of disdain and a well-earned raspberry (and I don’t mean the fruit kind) Just a thought, Kalessa.
Glad the young 'un is out of the puke mode, Rue - and I think you’re right about it afflicting Katcha just in time for the weekend. Kids are that way, you know.
Cooties.
I can do something with cooties. Let’s see now…
Nope. I was wrong. I got nothin’.
So true, but I find it difficult to deliver a withering glance of disdain or a raspberry over the computer network.
In an effort to help Ex find something to post about I am submitting the following:
Emus
Rotary phones
Bottled water
Tight sweaters
Foam rubber
Chinese food
Xeroxed body parts
Military miniatures
and
Dolly Parton’s wigs
Okay, freaky. Tonight I ate Chinese food for dinner – cashew (not academia) tofu, the leftovers will be breakfast tomorrow – and listened to Dolly Parton while I ate. I loves me some Dolly. She once said “underneath this hair there is a brain, and underneath these big ol’ boobs there’s an even bigger heart” She rules.
I still don’t know what I’m on about. And everything’s all topsy turvy with Tanookie having her baby before I did. I don’t know what the heck to think.
TeaElle (confused as usual)
New sig line!
Oh, and I discovered that I have one box of chocolate covered Academia nuts left. I’ll think about you Kallessa [sub]and snicker and go neener! neener![/sub] while I eat em.
FCM how could you say I am not a gentleman? Why, I held a door open for you, ate with my mouth closed, kept my elbows off the table and didn’t even belch once the whole time we were at dinner. If that ain’t gentlemanly like, then nuttin’ is.
-swampbear (now with a new sig line!)
Dang it all to heck and back then back again! I told it to show sigs and it didn’t.
Hampster is a big ol’ poopyhead hamster for doing that!
And how am I to know that it wasn’t just a fluke? One good day does not a gentleman make… sheesh.
Although I have to agree that you were not an embarrassment in public and I don’t think my reputation was sullied irreparably by being seen with you.
Am I a sweet-talker, or what?
Well, I guess I could stick her in a shoe box. But i bet she could roll it back and forth on the floor and make lots of noise.
It frickin’ snowed here yesterday!!! Wet snow and it didn’t stay, but SNOW. It’s not December! We’re not supposed to get snow until December!
We got frost last night. No, it isn’t snow, but still, it’s frost.
I was thinking about people with “Fat” in their name. I don’t know why, but I thought I’d mention it anyway. Maybe Ex can do something with it.
There was:
Fats Waller
Fats Domino
Fatty Arbuckle
Minnesota Fats
Chow Yun Fat
and of course there was the Nobel Prize winning chemist Dr. Irving “Lard Ass” Langmuir.
It’s an amazing world we live in.
-Rue. (amazed)
FCM the fact that I didn’t publically embarrass you in a place I’ve never been to before and where nobody would have any clue as to who I am cause they wouldn’t see me after that, should be proof enough I am a gentleman. After all, I passed up a perfectly wonderful opportunity to sully your rep in a place where people you might actually know coulda been there at that time. Now, that’s gentlemanly.
Heh! Heh! Rue said “nuts.” Heh! Heh!
Yeah, it’s getting colder here too. I’ve taken to wearing long pants again and pretty soon I’ll have to dig through all the closets and get out the windbreakers and light coats again. 
Kallessa, I think Ex may have gotten stuck contemplating Dolly Parton’s …um…wigs.
Dolly once said: “It costs a lot of money to look this cheap.”
Ya gotta love a woman like that.
Did somebody say something about boobies? Scratch that. Did somebody allude to boobies? There’s a subject I can get interested in. Boobies and tight sweaters. I don’t need no wigs.
Thanks for the heads up Lissla. I am in no way prepared for an onslaught of white crap falling from the sky. I need to change the oil in my snowblower (good thing we stole some from the Iraqis) and buy a new shovel, 'cause the handle on my old one broke last year.
I guess I’ve got something to do this weekend.
swampbear, for using my words as a sig line, all is forgiven. Eat your nuts in peace. Academia nuts, that is.
I have a picture in my head of Ex, diligently changing the oil in his snowblower while wearing a Dolly Parton wig, a tight sweater and foam rubber boobies.
He looks okay, although I’d avoid horizonal stripes with that much foam rubber.
Now I have to get a cape. Is this something I can just walk into a department store and find on a rack? I’ve never bought a cape before.
I have 5 sweaters/jackets in my closet even though it doesn’t really get cold here in Tallahassee. At least it hasn’t yet, I just moved up here in August. I like cold weather, though, so I go outside every morning, act shocked at the 60-degree weather, and run back to my room to get a sweater. Then I walk to class with my hands in my pockets, shivering. If I can get my teeth to chatter, that’s even better.
I haven’t eaten cereal since I moved into a dorm. It’s just too much of a hassle, and I think my milk has gone bad, so my 4 cereal bowls and my 2 spoons will just have to gather dust. For breakfast now, I have coffee, or orange juice, or a granola bar, or, today, a turkey sandwich.