You always say that! For 115 years you’ve been saying that! Wait…how old are you?
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I ‘But Joe, you’re ten years dead’;
‘I never died’ said he.
I never died, said he.
My dogs get green beans mixed in with their kibble twice a day. Way too often, I break into my (not quite up to snuff) C. Montgomery Burns and tell them, Smithers, I’m really enjoying these GREENED BEANS.
I chose green beans every day at the university cafeteria to try and stop the voice in my head that said “EAT YOUR GREEN BEANS”. Moms don’t have to be physically present, you know, to be effective.
Then explain where the DiNozzo-style slap on the back of my head comes from every time I do “something bad.” My Mom lives 1500 miles away. Of course, she could have “operatives.” :eek:
That thing with the green beans that always turns up around Thanksgiving, I could eat that all the time.
You’re carrying a very heavy load of guilt and self-loathing.
But hey, who isn’t?
It is the cheese. Whenever I eat the Tillamook Extra Sharp + pieces of a Fuji Apple as a snack before bedtime, my dreams end up being ultra-wack.
I have toured the Tillamook Cheese Factory (love the cheese, love touring factories) and on the same trip got to board the Spruce Goose at the Evergreen Aviation and Space Museum. But I really lucked out pulling down a dirt road next to a wind farm. Not only was I wonderfully close to one, but a technician happened to arrive and answered all my questions for about half an hour. It was like Wiki in 3D. 
Why has no one commented on the “screaming pizza” post? What an ad campaign I’m imagining.
Maybe because we’re remembering the short-lived screaming JC Penney commercial?
That one was horrendous. I sent an email to JC Penney about it, and I think a gazillion other people did, too.
First I’ve seen it–blech! Mozart helped a little, though.
Forgive my bringing this up one last time, but the best part of vacationing in Trinidad & Tobago? The soft drinks use REAL SUGAR instead of corn (shitty) syrup. The sugar is grown right there, anyway, and corn is 2000 miles away. YAY!! SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR, Oh, honey, honey. You are my… .
My favorite pizzacommercial. ever.
^ By Pfizer?! That’s hysterical. You win a cookie. 
Happy Hiroshima-Bomb day
:smack:
You’re harshing my buzz!
When the gallon of milk gets down to about 2 inches in the bottle, Mrs. Burpo will not drink it, it is now “Bottom milk.” Similarly, the “heels” in a loaf of bread are now mine (fortunate, since I love the heel). If I’m getting out breakfast crockery and utensils, there is a particular spoon she has to have (I fixed her wagon: I put a ladle in the bowl, one day. A different day was a cheese grater.).
Marriage is fun. Until the axe finds my noggin.
I wonder if all-heel loaves would sell if they were available.
^ I’d buy 'em.
So’s then she would get no bread?