I will be happy to accept whatever white chocolate the rest of you don’t want to deal with.
I mean, what are friends for? I’ll happily sacrifice on y’alls behalf.
I think I’m going to do my grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s this week. I refuse to comment on whether or not any chocolate (of any color) will end up in my basket.
Hey, scout, you do know that “white chocolate” doesn’t have any actual chocolate in it, don’t you? Just sayin’. It ain’t chocolate. And it tastes like crap. I know my chocolate, I love my chocolate, and I ain’t even a chick. Go figure. I was once mistaken for a cow, but that’s a completely unrelated and really long, boring story. You don’t want to hear it. Or read it, even. Stay away from the white chocolate, anyhoo. It’s got weird mystery ingredients, and I may have mentioned that it tastes like crap.
Now it’s time for “Exgineer’s Completely Unnecessary Weekly Recap Of The MMP.” I just do this because I usually have no original, good, meaty, intelligent content to add, and want to think that people view me as witty and intelligent, so I snarf up quotes from other posters and comment on them in a completely unfunny way.
On second thought, I think we’ll dump the recap this week, because my laziness has overcome my obsessive/compulsive habit of re-reading the whole damned thing on Wednesday or Thursday, depending, and then posting a long rambling screed about nothing. So you guys don’t have to face that at least.
Instead of a recap(itulation, for you slow readers), I thought I’d just pick and choose some recent posts to this thread by other members and comment on them (I’ve really, truly, for real never done that before) because I’m a nitpicker.
Master Wang-Ka: I’ve always found this guy funny and stimulating, and I’d like to engage him in some sort of witty and amusing exchange. Unfortunately, I’m about the farthest thing from witty, and he elected to make his very first MMP post about cats. The only thing I find amusing about cats is the snapping noise their necks make when I step on them.
Shibb: Dude, you’re married. You have kids. All this flirting is unseemly. I’m all but married, and I control myself these days. Of course, I expect Kallessa to be discreet here.**
welby: Loser! You may be the SFCA* champion fighter-dude, but you don’t have a Genuine Official Battlestar Galactica Cylon Helmet. I do, you lose.
Bumbazine: I like you just for your anti-welby stance. Really. The fact that one of your posts convinced me to register has nothing to do with the “liking you” thing. It’s all about twitting welby. And the squirrels. The squirrels are important.
Lissla Lissar: My only Canadian friend. Or “aquaintance,” whatever. I’d offer your husband a job if not for the following reasons: a) it sucks, and he wouldn’t be happy, b)we’re not hiring, c) this is an entirely unrelated field of endeavor, and d) this isn’t Canada. You have my utmost sympathies regardless. I’ve been unemployed more times than I care to think about, and it does well and truly suck.
Exgineer: Posts to the MMP in short, choppy sentences, because that’s as close as he can come to Rue-esque brevity, wit, and humor. These things are related, but Ex is retarded and can’t figure out how.
EveryDamnBodyElse: screw off, I’m getting tired.
*[size=1]I looked it up.
Screwed that up royally, didn’t I.
Today’s Wednesday, isn’t it.
Damn. Now I have to read this sucker again. For the third time. Forget what I said about welby. I’m the true loser her.
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Dammit. I think I should just turn the computer off.
I bought a chocolate Cadbury bunny tonight just to bite the ears off. I’m so ashamed!
Dude, I’m married and I’m in Florida whilst my spouse is in Ohio. Sorta like what poor FCM has been going through. So, unseemly or not, all I can do is flirt with my semi-anonymous friends. Don’t try and deny me that. Conjugal visit this weekend, here I come! Woot!
I am lumped with EveryDamnBodyElse?? After all we’ve meant to each other? After all we’ve been through together? After all the… er… um…
Was that you? Or was it…??
Never mind.
New rule for Exgineer:
No posting after 9 pm.
What in hell was that, anyway?
Dude, what’d you drink for dinner last night?
I agree. What did you have for dinner last night?
And flirting is of course unseemly and I never do it.
I honestly don’t remember. I don’t remember turning the computer on either.
My stupid friends can celebrate their promotions by themselves from now on.
So, Lissla, how you doin’?
Well I was gonna tear in here and give Exgineer a a verbal smack upside the head but he’s already done my work for me. It’s nice when I don’t even have to think up the insults.
And, fortunately for me, I have no need to abuse Bumba. Now that Ex has named him his new “best friend” he’s in for a looong, stange trip.
Friendly word of warning Bumba, don’t go near his basement.
-welby (picnic table)
You’re still jealous of my Cylon helmet.
Wow Ex, um…just wow, I guess. I can’t “celebrate” during the middle of the week. I wouldn’t be able to get up to go to work in the morning. I’m just getting old, I guess.
Why is Ex’s basement someplace to stay away from Welby ? You write like you have experienced this place.
All this talk about chocolate and biting bunny ears and heads has forced me to accept the fact that Easter is Sunday. This means I now have to go out and purchase baskets and goodies for the kiddos. This also means I’m going to have a HELL of a time staying away from the chocolate! I’m trying so hard to be a good girl and eat only rabbit food (veggies and salads), with the occasional small helping of chicken breast. I allow myself a small square of chocolate every two weeks or so; and NOW I will SMELL the chocolate, and it will call out to me, OVER and OVER again. Someone is going to have to restrain me. Dang it!
Oh, Ex! I don’t care of white chocolate is neither white nor chocolate. I still think it’s quite tasty. YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME!!!
:: cries ::
Y’know, it’s occurred to me I haven’t undergone my weekly ritual of posting once in the MMP and being utterly ignored. I should take care of that before I run out of week.
Easter always pisses me off. All my cool alternative friends like to point out the pagan roots, but it’s never pagan enough for me. I want it to be really pagan. Like, get rid of all the chocolate easter bunnies and replace them with chocolate hanging trees. You could hang GI Joes from them, pierce them with a candy cane spear and then write “Odin Owns You All” on the base in red frosting or something. Yeah, that’d be a real cool holiday.
Instead, I just bought a bag of jelly beans yesterday. But I make up for it by eating them in a very Vikingish manner. Yaaarrrr. I’d wear a hat with pointy horns but they don’t make 'em in chocolate and real Vikings didn’t wear them anyway. They wore sombreros.
For the record, I likes me some white chocolate. Of course, I’m also an idiot.
Wait, wait, Taters, that IS bunny food. They’re bunnies, they’re made of food… 
(Sorry, I know how hard it is to avoid that stuff…) I’m personally waiting until Monday when it’s all HALF PRICE, woohoo! (No kids, OBVIOUSLY).
Corset’ll help if you had chocolate crumbs down your decolletage.
Ya know, it’s a funny thing - chocolate crumb bra-diving sounds like a great opportunity to meet people, but unfortunately this year, I’ll have to decline to participate. For the first time in recorded history, I believe this is one year where I will not be eating one Cadbury creme egg. I know that after saying this many people will pipe in and say that they are doing the same thing - because they hate them. But I actually like them - it’s just this year, for some reason, I don’t want them. I’ve actually developed an aversion to chocolate - just in candy, though. I think I’ve just developed this quirk that if I am going to have something sweet, I want it to be homemade - and not just homemade by anyone, homemade by me.
Susan
I don’t have my Viking-English dictionary handy - what does Yaaarrrr mean?
As for white chocolate, Lindt white chocolate truffles are as close to orgasmic as a non-brown chocolate can get.