I appreciate beautiful women no matter what their hair color. However, I am one of those strange men that can not resist a red head. Luckily, I found one just as twisted and strange as I am that was willing to marry me.
Many years ago, when I was single and still dating, I actually refused to go out with any blonde girls. Brunettes and red heads were all that I would even consider (red heads first, but brunettes not far behind). My friends all poked fun at me for not trying to land a blonde, but I just never found them to be worth the trouble that they tended to cause.
Now I’ve been happily married to a beautiful red head for eleven years. Many of my friends have gotten married since then, and nearly all of them have gotten divorced as well. This proves to me that I got very lucky when I met Polanya. My friends still poke fun at me, but now it is because Polanya and I still act like giggling newlyweds.
Enough about beautiful women and their hair color.
Pancakes. I haven’t had home cooked pancakes in about a year. Polanya and I do hit IHOP once in a while, but its not quite the same. Of course, at home I can’t order a *Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity * without getting hit with a flying spoon. Ahh, the little trade offs we make in life.
Hey now! This is my thread. If anyone should get e-mails, it’s me. ME! (And really, it doesn’t have to be from misstee either. Just not you Swampy. You’re not my type.)
I have a thing for brunettes. I can’t say just what the thing is, but it has feathers and bells and it warms up when you plug it in. I hope that’s enough of a hint.
Hey! I have dark hair. I guess I’ll just have to go sit on the Brunette Couch too. Yeah, that will be torment.
[quote=Rue DeDay]
Hey now! This is my thread. If anyone should get e-mails, it’s me. ME! (And really, it doesn’t have to be from misstee either. Just not you Swampy. You’re not my type.)**
You’ve never met me. How do you know I’m not your type? Besides, I am a brunette. Ok, it’s got a lot of gray in it, but still. I suppose if Ex or welby or Bumba or dangergene (where the heck’s he been btw?) emailed ya you’d be all excited cause they’re your type. Fine! You just don’t know what you’re missin’ is all I’m sayin. So There!
We don’t have IHOPs in Canada. At least not in Toronto. There’s a really great breakfast place a five-minute walk from my apartment, though. And I’ve never seen a Waffle House either. It surprised me that there seemed to be waffle places or IHOPs every five miles when we were driving to Arkansas.
Someone at work asked me where I got my accent. I don’t have an accent: I’m Canadian. We speak perfect, unaccented English.
Take off, ya hoser.
Incidentally, can one buy Everclear in any of the states we’ll be crossing? Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York? I want to bring a bottle home and display it prominently. Probably never drink it. Assuming it’s legal to bring the stuff home to Canada.
Fer cryin’ out loud, you can’t get good pancakes at an IHOP anyway, so you’re ahead there. IHOP serves tastless, tough to chew pale imitiations that are ungodly expensive, and have to be hidden under a half gallon of syrup or fruit to be palatable.
If you’re lamenting a lack of IHOPs up there (I don’t know why you would), we don’t have any Tim Hortons’ in southern Virginia, so there.
Good, professionally made flapjacks are found at Mom’n’Pop greasy spoon joints everywhere.
I’ll bet that none of you expected me to get back to posting something even related to the OP, didya?
It was so me! For that matter how do we know you’re really you, huh? Mr. Smarty-Pants. How do we know you aren’t some ersatz Shibb goin’ around pretendin’ to be ourShibb, huh? You could be an imposter for all we know. finger snapthat for you Mr. maybe Shibb!
BTW, Swampy I ain’t nobodys type, since Boris Karloff died.
I’ll just be over here on the old white-haired guys’ bench. Make that the ‘old white-haired guys who’ve lost six pounds in the last five days’ bench. Apparently this diet is good for something
Wade A. Minute! Lissla is Japanese and speaks with a Canadian accent? ay?
That makes me smile.
See? > I’m smilin’
A lot of my cousins talk just like that, in fact, if you closed your eyes while you were in the room with a couple of them you’d swear the Red Green Show was on. One of them even looks like Red. but with brown hair.
Nuttin’ in my e-mail this morning either
(Unless I wanna refinance my house, and who would refinance their house with someone they mey on the internet? huh? These people couldn’t even spell mortgage fercryinoutloud.)
[aside to Vunderbob]It’s okay, the bats are afraid of the trains. Ay?
I wholeheartedly agree that IHOP servers rubber with syrup! I have only had pancakes once at IHOP, all the rest of the times I have been there ( not by choice, others wanted to go ) I have had other things.
And, no- I did not expect you’d be the one to steer this back to pancakes!
Can I sit on the brunette couch even though I have blonde highlights? And I was born a blonde, but it got darker as I got older. You know what, I think I’ll just go sit on the guys with white hair bench–why should I want to sit with 5 sexy women and one man with I can sit with one sexy man and no other sexy women?
And high school. I thought the popular kids liked me this time, but maybe it was only my jokes.
Nobody like me.
Everybody hates me.
I’m gonna eat worms.
Oh, I wasn’t lamenting that we don’t have IHOP. I’ve never actually been to one, and I’ll keep the Sunset Grill, thank you very much. Amazing homefries and eggs. And I’ve got a Tim Horton’s even closer- I think it’s a block and a half away. Nyah.
My parents were both born in Canada, but Dad’s parents are from Japan, so I’m half-Japanese.
Speaking of email, misstee I emailed ya last night about my upcoming invasion of Iowa. You might have emailed me back by now for all I know cause I’m at work now and I emailed ya from home. I hope we can meet up. I need entertaining. I’ll be lonely and all by myself in Iowa allllll Saturday afternoon and night. Isn’t that pitiful?
Y’all reckon lookin’ pitiful and heapin’ on guilt would make misstee drive three hours one way to see me?
I’m smilin’