Ruminations of the laundry room - Guest MMP number...?

Hey, cool, gt I would be very proud to have birthed an MMP secret code. :cool:

I am very bored. Not even all you gay guys posting titilating tidbits or lissla posting almost nekkit pics is helping. I need a vacation. Oh, good! I get to take the whole week off for Thanksgiving! Whoot!

Stir fry was totally nummy last night. Too bad it’s such a pain in the arse to prepare with all the chopping and dicing and slicing, etc. (It ain’t stir fry iffen it comes outta a freezer bag. I’m just sayin…)

This post is temporarily on hold while I go see what my boss wants.

Tupug

Oh, yeeeeah. I had some moments like that this weekend…

jayjay with just a little more effort, you could easily claim this week’s coveted most TMI post award. It is a prestigious award, not awarded lightly, so we need a little more detail.

Delores HEE! I’ll be sure to dance to that with Snogiewogie when I get home tonight.

Norm I say make sock puppets and go around offering to do shows for all your neighbors. They’ll love it. Really. [sub]Or else go out of their way to avoid you from now on.[/sub]

Lissla, I really wish I had your friend’s stomach. (Instead of my own, just to be clear. I don’t need TWO of them. I have enough problems keeping my own at the proper size.)

There’s rain in the forecast today. We’ll see if it materializes - there are often promises of rain that just…disappear.

I’m a bit tired this morning. Not inspired to work, either. (though is that really noteworthy?)

Well, I hadn’t noticed that gotpasswords or jayjay were in the thread. (I don’t think jayjay was, especially, because I’m sure he would have commented on those naked pictures of myself I posted.

Midlife crisis? At 18? I know I’m balding, but not by that much!

Heh, if swampy turns you down, I call it. :stuck_out_tongue:

Other than responding to what everyone said, last night at the WH was alright. I got to experience being stiffed on tips for the first (, second, third and fourth) times. My gross intake, though, was enough to make minimum wage after adding in the 2.20 an hour.

I echo this. Heartily. Especially because I can’t begin to know the goings on at a bear run like you older folks, because I’ve just assumed that the minimum age is 21. (although I did have to prove to a coworker last night that I’m 18. She had pegged me for 25… :confused: )

At 14, I looked 21. At 18, I looked 25. At 29, I look … 25. Don’t worry about it right now. :slight_smile:

I’ve been to Waffle House. I’ve never had anything but gross intake there…

Correction…I got gross outflow as well, but that was later.

So, does that get me the TMI award? :wink:

Only if you describe color, volume, and consistency, too.

I had some TMI gross outflow last night - my hand bumped against the side of my leg, and “Hmmm… what’s that big bump? I dunno, let’s squeeze it!”

This thing firmly crossed the line from zit into cyst as a lump of gunk large enough to deserve a Social Security number squirts out. Blech!

Unrelated to that, I got the generator repaired and maintained - changed the oil, spark plug and air filter, and repaired the choke mechanism and a crankcase breather hose that broke because the manufacturer violated the Primary Law of Positioning, which says two objects can not occupy the same space without one of them being damaged. In this case, the fuel line was stronger (thank goodness!) than the flimsy breather hose - otherwise, there’d be a gas leak. I can’t re-route the hose, but I was at least able to replace it with a bit of fuel line hose from the auto parts shop, so it will at least be a meeting of equals and the two should be OK together. I hope. Aimed the garden hose at it, and the whole machine was bright red again. It had been camougflaged in Ren Faire Dust. Really not sure why I bothered washing it as it will only be brown again next September.

OK… It was a yellowishish solid core about the size of a grain of rice, accompanied by a lot of yellow/red pus and blood. There’s still a silver-dollar sized red patch on my leg.

How’s the score on that? :eek:

Cite??? :eek: (Email’s in the profile. I’ll be waiting…) :smiley:

So far, you’re in the lead for this week’s competition. :dubious:

Doing the cut-and-paste to Word thing again ‘cause there’s just so much material for me to be a wiseass about.

Kallessa first:

Some Musings When I Should Be Sleeping
Can I throw away dirty underwear or do I have to wash it first?
Send it to the Mr. Kim c/o The Oregon State Correctional Facility

Do Kali Cat’s toys go where socks go?
On your feet?

Come to think of it, Kali will play with socks, so could both socks and cat toys be escaping from cats?
Intelligent socks, what a concept.
Which leads me to suspect that Ambrose Bierce and Judge Crater may have also been fugitives from cats.
I got nothing

Which means the Catbert may well be in control of the world.
I’ve long held that belief myself.

Except that if Catbert, or any other cat was in control of the world, tuna would not have mercury in it.
The idea that tuna contains mercury is a lie perpetrated by cats so that we would share our tuna fish with them.

Would Hermes argent be another name for quicksilver?
Is that one of the dancers at Darcelle’s?

Which really is quickest, zipper or five-button jeans?
Zippers are quicker, but buttons are quieter

Who decided tweezing was a good idea and why?
It is!?!?

Haven’t you always wanted to open the door of a front loading washer right in the middle of the wash cycle?
Go ahead. I’ll be over here, on top of the dryer

Who’s spookier–Dick Clark or Bob Barker?
Dick Cheney

There are fingerless gloves, so where are the toeless socks?
There are, in my sock drawer.

If there were toeless socks, would they disappear, too?
Only half of them.

Why can’t we lick our own elbows–I mean, what harm could really come out of it?
Our heads would fall off.

Norm! are you sure your roomie doesn’t have another life you know nothing about?

In other words, you shouldn’t name things.

I have a big basement.

That could be part of their problem, server rooms aren’t supposed to be sweltering, they’re supposed to be air conditioned. The cube farms are supposed to be sweltering.
I see that one of the google ads at the bottom is for gourmet cheesecake, did I tell you that someone who looks like a young Sandra Bullock gave me a cheesecake Friday night? It was a green chili cheesecake with mango salsa topping. It was very good.
I guess that’s all.

Now that’s some descriptive TMI!

Bumba, did the cheque go through okay? I’m nervous about Canadian/American monetary transactions. I’m afraid my Royal Bank cheque may have to flee back to Canada for being Loyalist.

The cheesecake sounds good.

scout, I wish I had her stomach, too.

Funny thing about that check, the bank teller didn’t know what to do with it either, so she deposited it at face value, and when I was looking at my bank statement on line yesterday there was a debit for 4 dollars and change as an adjustment. So anyway, they worked it out.

Yes, the cheesecake was yummy.

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This thing firmly crossed the line from zit into cyst as a lump of gunk large enough to deserve a Social Security number squirts out. Blech!

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I think gotpasswords should use this as his sig line.

And zit to cyst is my nomination for band name of the week.
swampy, The pair of underwear in question has had many, many washings and has only a weak grasp of elastic left. Everytime I wear them I think to myself “Self, throw these away” but they (it?–a pair of underwear implies the proper indefinite pronoun would be they, but it is only one thing—my grammer nerve is fraying) always end up in the hamper and are so washed (not in a front loading machine), dried and bundled into the dresser with all my other underwear to be grabbed early in the morning when I am not capable of discerning its sadly saggy state. By the time my mind is conscience of the nebulous link between my underwear, my waist and my checks I am already someplace where I would prefer to continue to wear some sort of underwear. Plus, if I took it (them?) off then it/they would still be, more or less (less actually) dirty, so the question remains: can I throw away dirty underwear or do I have to wash it first?

Bumba, 'scuse me but Cheney ain’t spooky, he’s full out scary.

People, people, people, I know I’ve been gone a while, but now that I’m back let’s remember that this is not a thread exclusively devoted to gay match-making. The brawny guys are mine and we must all be looking for one to match with me. Let’s review: swampy = burly (although he seems happily ensconced in reality, the MMP is beyond reality), Kallessa = brawny. swampy would be in love with me if I was a guy and I’d be in love with him if he was straight (not to be confused with us loving each other just as we are) so if there’s a brawny straight guy who [b[swampy** would love, he’s mine. Find him, people, find him quick!

And I get the award for worst coding of the week.

Using a :smack: to annoy Rue.