Part of me really wants to post to this BUT:

“Frank is living in my foot.”
Chicken pie.
“That’s great, kid, don’t get cocky!”
“I’m nice men.”
“I AM NOT A COMMITTEE!”
“Never tell me the odds.”
“Dust.”
“Like candy?”
“Mothor…bewwied tweasuwe.”
“Oh, it’s just chalk.”
“Any merry little thought?”
“Goodbye, Nana…”

[Warren]
Have you seen my…wiener?
[/Warren]

Need more ice. Also we’re running low on Coke.

This thread is actually educational! I’m all awe-struck.

The secret is Yahoo! Games calls it Literati. :smiley:

Madagascarian history:

*-from encarta.com
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Since this has devolved into an educational-type thread, I figured I would make amends for my previous two posts here.

Happy

Oh, I don’t know, Sock Munkey. I get a vague feeling of anxiety or dread from the idea of a head on top of my eggs. Unless you mean a head like on a beer, but even so. I can’t image this would be the ideal egg recipe if I look down at my plate and find my breakfast looking back up at me. Especially if it has big, soft, dewy deer eyes. I think that would kill my appetite for sure.
Oh, and what if I bit into my breakfast – and it bit me back.
Thank you, I think I’m going to go have a surrealistic nightmare now.

My morning snack…RUINED!!

So I get to work today… ready to make my hot chocolate, and i brought a blueberry scone with me i bought from trader joe’s a few days ago.

So I sit down at my desk with my hot chocolate steaming and my scone looking delicious…

well it would have been looking delicious if it weren’t for the mold growing all over it.

I was looking forward to this scone all week. Damn you mold, DAMN YOU!

Well, dammit. You actually expect me to know the difference between 2002 and 2003? Hell, pretty soon I’ll bet you’ll even want me to start using 2004! Feh, the nerve, the gall, the AUDACITY of some people.

:smiley:

fubsy kumquat zombie flapjack.

Goodnight…

Sleep tight…

I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.

I’d post, but I gotta go mow the lawn.