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How bout a deep fried twinkie, coated in chocolate, topped with ice cream and hot fudge sauce.
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Well, I’ve never been deep-fried, but the coated in chocolate part…maybe! And this Twinkie will always have a little real whipped cream, so thanks for thinking of me, lightingtool.
Hmm.. I was gonna guess that welby got a tie, but FCM beat me to it. And, on preview, I see it was wrong, anyway. Socks? My husband got a Frisbee.
gt, how come the guy in the bar didn’t know Fred?
Stopped to buy a bottle of wine to have with dinner last night (went to see two friends, as I mentioned). When we got to the wine shop, there was a distributor there with several samples open. He and the proprietor were ready to share! Now, I’m not much of a drinker, so even with the “swill and spit,” (only for the ones I didn’t like!) I still walked away with a silly grin and tripped over my own feet. Good thing the shop is walking distance from my friend’s house!
[QUOTE=eleanorigby]
I’m ok with being Mrs Robinson, if you are.
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I don’t think I’m okay with being Mrs. Robinson. Why don’t you be Mrs. Robinson, and I’ll be Benjamin Whatshisface, 'kay?
Ooh, I know what it is: a really really really cool tie. Right?
gt, I bow to your superior guy-who-knows-everyone joke. bow
Today I face another boring day at work. A long one too, because my ride home is doing some sort of dodgeball tournament this afternoon. I have graciously abstained, because those rubber balls are personal friends of mine, and if they were in a hurry to get somewhere I wouldn’t want to accidentally impede their progress with, say, my face. All a matter of courtesy, you understand.
And now for something completely[sub]what? what do you mean that gag’s been done? oh, fine[/sub]-- We apologize for the fault in the introduction. Those responsible have been sacked[sub]this one too? for crying out loud[/sub]-- Without further parroting, a pun:
A flying saucer? Cheap cologne? A really big trout?
I did not forget Spats, gt. He’s right in the middle of the list.
I need something new to read. I’ve been doing a dance of avoidance around The Kite Runner, because it’s so popular. I might read Three Day Road, or maybe pick up Struck by Lightning: The Curious World of Probabilities. I dunno. There’s also the new Julia Child. Hmm.
Today I must quest for something new for Mr. Lissar to eat for lunch. He’s gotten tired of sandwiches. It must be easy to assemble, freezable, and available in bulk. No, not ladybugs. Apparently his co-workers can’t stand the smell of Chinese food or curry. Is it just me, or is that weird?