Swampy, I guess it would depend. If I knew he just adored nuggets, then it would be a compliment. You know, like “You look so good I could just eat you up,” or some such. Probably I would just look at him weird.
And it’s a very dumb series of commercials.
Well, I found out yesterday that I have an inflamed ligament in my shoulder. Which doesn’t sound really good except that it’s already getting better with some nice little anti-inflammatory pills. So I’m all happy.
That Wendy’s commercial is annoying. Nope, this Doper wimman doesn’t like it.
One of my coworkers has been out since Monday so I’ve got actual work to do this week! And I’m only here until noon on Friday 'cause I’m going to see **KeithT **this weekend. So it’s a happy week in TaxiLand.
Actually, I think he meant to tell her she looked like $990,000 - you know, just short of a million bucks. That seems to be insulting too.
Honestly, I don’t think comparing her to a million small green, worn, torn and written on paper pictures of George Washington is any better.
Of course it’s better. Think of all the chicken nuggets you could buy with a million of those! 
I’m kinda late but happy birthday to FCM and kai and anyone else’s that I missed.
I have a cold and I feel crappy. Mr. Mucus has moved into my chest with all his relatives.
And peanuts.
Peamuts ain’t exactly cheap. I spent a minor fortune buying and shipping 30 lbs. of Virginia’s Finest to friends and relatives this past Christmas.
Barbecue ads are really strange. The pigs are happy. But they’re going to be eaten. They’re happy to be barbecue! Here, have a chunk of my thigh! Take a rib! I’m a tasty little piggy! swampy, next time I’m down that way, I promise I’ll stop at the Pork Center if it’s open, and I’ll report back. Ellen, I don’t remember what town it’s in, but it’s on 70 somewhere between Raleigh and Morehead City. Yeah, that’s really helpful.
I don’t like peanuts anymore. I used to love them and I could eat large quantities, but now I’d rather eat any other kind of nut (not that kind, silly–I mean the kinds of nuts that grow on trees!). Strange but true.
I wouldn’t want to be told that I look like any kind of fried chicken product, especially chopped-up bits of random chicken that are smooshed together into little greaseballs. That’s a bit insulting. But those Wendy’s commercials are still better than the Hardee’s commercial with all of the nasty munchy, gulpy, slurpy noises. I hate those commercials.
I say go for it Taters, 'cept you might wanna turn down the 21 gun salute.
I woke up about 4am this morning with the right side of my mouth all swollen up. There’s a little red patch just inside my mouth on that side too. I wonder iffen a spider crawled inside my mouth while I was sleeping and bit me? Spiders bear a particluar animosity towards me, I don’t know why. Of course it’s possible that Wifey clocked me in my sleep. I’m convinced that she gets up in the middle of the night and beats me unmercifully. Why else would I hurt so much when I wake up? It’s disgraceful I tells ya’.
I think that Wendy’s commercial is dumb too. But it’s not as bad as Quizno’s pressed rat commercials. We (Wifey and I) drove past a Quiznos Sunday while we were down south visiting Wifey’s Mom, and she refused to stop there because of those commercials.
The swelling’s going down now, but I feel like I just came from the dentist. Maybe a dentist snuck into my bedroom last night. <checks teeth> Nope. They’re still the same.
Happy Bobby Burns’ Birthday everybody!!!
No, no, Bumba. The dentist snuck in, took all your teeth out, and then put them back in subtly different positions! That’s why your mouth hurts!
In other news, I just found out that teenfully means angrily, grievously, harmfully. We have the O.E.D. and I was looking up technology for a precise definition. I expect all of you to use teenfully in conversation today.
Teenfully is NOT a GRE word, so I am exempt.
spats --Honey, I wasn’t here to see your 'splanation. Sorry. I am back from a VERY early day at work–and I am exhausted! Who knew that one hour of sleep makes that much difference.
As to the tides, if I am reading that correctly, it’s not so much that the oceans bulge, but that the Earth does. Or no…wait…
The tides are controlled by the moon, which is under the control of Diana, the Huntress.
This is the one True story.
Had homemade mac and cheese for lunch-leftovers. Think I will take a nap today–I am sleepy.
Pork displays are :eek: , beef as well.
Silly goose, I was talking about me wearing a thong. I figured that you would want to be the first to know, although you weren’t.
Other news: I’m late to the MMP this week! I’m so sorry!
Also, my iPod came in today, and I’m having to transcode all of my movies to a more iPod-friendly format, which takes forever. It’s going to take days to do this, and I’m not joking.
Bumba, sorry about your mouth! There was a very nice, informative, interesting column and accompanying thread here a few weeks ago about spider bites–and how just about everything people, doctors included, atttribute to spider bites usually isn’t. Which means they miss diagnosing whatever the problem actually IS. As I say, it was very informative. Possibly you were going for the Funny, but I offer the thread here as my contribution to Knowledge.
Thread: Poisonous spider
They make the BEST sweet potato fries! Their BBQ is OK (not near as good as the stuff I got in FL, but better than most of what passes for BBQ around here) but I’d consider doing immoral things for their sweet 'tater fries. <insert drooling smiley here>
Something like that. And I was just joshin’ ya about not responding.
:eek: Me too! Did you take my lunch? :dubious:
I talked to the FBI today! No, it’s not as exciting as it sounds. One of my friends is applying for a job and they’re doing a background check. It’s really amazing all the things you don’t know about your friends. (Not that they told me stuff I didn’t know… the guy asked questions that I didn’t know the answers to.) It made me feel like I really don’t know my friends! I hope at least that I gave him enough info to give a positive report. I don’t want to screw things up for someone trying to get a job! It’s bad enough to go into an interview for yourself and to say something wrong. But to screw up a friend’s chances at a job? That’d be really bad!
In other news, I’m taking off work tomorrow. FCD has to go some place on the Eastern Shore to do something work-related. It’s far enough that it’ll take all day, and he asked if I wanted to go along for the ride. Which I did. So I am.
For the benefit of those of you who are not familiar with the Chesapeake Bay, the Eastern Shore is the part of Maryland that makes up the DelMarVa peninsula, so we’ll have to drive north to Annapolis, cross the Bay Bridge, then south to some place near Crisfield (which we visited once by boat but never by car). It’ll probably take close to 4 hours to get there, then he’ll do whatever it is he has to do, then we’ll come home. He did promise to buy me lunch, so there’s that.
Other than that, nothing exciting. Happy Hump Day!
Oh yeah, swampy, I just needed to share that my baby works at Steak and Shake, tho one in Orlando, which I assume is not the one you went to. But if you’re ever in Orlando near UCF, if you go to S&S, you might be seated in her section. Hope you’re a big tipper - she’s a starving college student, you know!
I happen to make nummy sweet tater (N.O.T.) fries. Just sayin’.
Our CFO and I just got back from the art museum. We took some tables over for tomorrows big chocolate doin’s. I’m gettin’ too old to lug around tables. We need some young muscle around here. Well, the CFO is young (at least younger) muscle but we could do with some more. The ol’ swampbear he ain’t what he used to be.
donkeybear I am pointedly ignoring all references you make to thongs because the last time you said you wore a thong I asked for proof and never got it. So There! 
I bet you look like a million crispy chicken nuggets in it.