I’m actually taking lessons from the evil ninja cat, my dear Wintermute. Expect to be terrorized at the most unexpected moment.
Unless I can get my hands on some deep fried turkey zombie robot pirate monkey pizza, of course. That’s darn fine eating.
See, this is where you naughty people always mess up. Now that you’ve revealed your evil scheme (as naughty people always do!), I’ll be on the lookout and will be able to foil you with some lame, uh, I mean, clever trap!
In fact, why don’t you come stand right over here? That’s right, right on the big, red X I’ve painted on the floor for you…
Ha. Since you are clever enough to be my archnemesis, you must have some reason for me to be suspicious and avoid that red x. I will therefore stand directly on it and call your bluff. Just to drive my point home and humiliate you I shall taunt you by waving this opened umbrella at the sky. It was to be my gift to my mother–along with this large sign with the word “mother” written on it, very cute, yes–but I shall use it to drive home my innate superiority.
Bah.
AlohA
Got back from Hawai’i on Tuesday nite, but spent yesterday doing laundry and resting on the couch. (Went to Oahu with my brother for those of you especting romance. I did chat up a guy at the pool on Thursday nite, and met him again on the nite before we left but some really old guy was determined to tell all of the stories and wouldn’t let us get a word in edgewise, so didn’t get to flirt and he was cute.) I tried to get to the SDMB from home yesterday but the computer was unhappy and wouldn’t let me do it, or was the computer just trying to run my life, hummm. My dog (everyone remembers Sasser, right?) wouldn’t let me out of her sight, I was gone a whole week which is forever in a dogs mind, obviously. I am sunburned and pealing already on the shoulders and chest area, but my legs are still bright red and have decided to blister and be nasty things (someone please give me a “poor baby” cause I could sure use it). Today I am in socks and sandles. The socks to keep from hitting stuff and breaking the blister. The leg burns I got from kayaking as well as some pretty black and blue bruises. But we did see turtles. Cool things turtles I think they were laughing at us in our failed attempt to row anywhere.
Now for the topic stuff–So it was day 2 in Hawai’i and my brother and I were heading to the west part of the island via the south side. We got hungry. All we could find was fast food. So we stopped and asked a local where to find some decent food. Well they told us to continue up the road and we would come to a shopping center and there were some restaurants there. Well all this shopping center had was MickeyD’s, KFC, sushi (I don’t like fish–not enough catchup in the world for me to eat fish) and 2 pizza places, Domino’s and Papa Johns. Well my brother and I traveled 2400 miles to eat Papa Johns pizza in paradise when I wanted a nice sit down meal where they bring the food to you and you tip the waiter at the end. The pizza was good, but that might have been cause we were really hungry.
You all will have to continue the discussion of upcoming holidays without me, cause I sure don’t want to talk about them. I just talked with my older sis (today) who was suppose to visit the parents for Christmas but probably won’t now cause my younger sis might be there. And older sis does not approve of some of the life choices my younger sis makes. I don’t agree with them, but it is her life to mess up. So unless someone can tell me a good answer of why siblings can’t put differences aside so the parents can visit with them, I will leave this topic to those with humorous stories. (sorry to be a downer but it was only like an hour ago I talked to her and of course she leaves it to me to tell the parents she won’t be here, [insert not nice word for sis here])
I am not scary. I’m sweet.
And maybe a little odd.
Kallessa how can someone be a “little odd”? Does that mean you are like 11.0000000002? and not just 11? Or does that mean you are 3 and 9999999999999999999999999…?
add a “not” in from of all those 9’s. My keyboard is once again sabatoging my typing 
Did I just see Pizza King on the Straight Dope? It’s moving up in the world! I love Pizza King, considered working there, as Covington just opened a new one. I don’t know what happened to the old one, but it close and for a long time, you had to go five or ten miles to Veedersburg to get your Pizza King. But now it’s back, and I absolutely love it.
Pizza and gas stations, that’s about all that’s in this town any more, but all the pizza places here are really good. Maybe there should be a Covidope just to tour the eatery here, as we are home to the voted “Best Steakhouse in Indiana”, and another steakhouse that is, in my opinion, better than the Beef House.
[sub]yeah, I get passionate about food[/sub]
Nope, I’m 43. Odd and prime.
And sweet. Not scary. Sweet. Really.
Did I mention that the nomadic Okinawan martial artists were also very good at bungee cord jumping? In fact, that was one of the ways they defeated their enemies. They would wait on high bridges until their enemies drifted by on boats (nomadic Okinawan martial artists had lots of enemies among the riverboat people–historic rivalries and all that) and then, with the perfect timing that came only from hours of practice and a knowledge of basic geometry, would jump off the bridge tied to bungee cords, slam a deep fried turkey pizza (with cranberries) in the face of the enemy and then disappear. Very skilled nomadic Okinawan martial artists could arm themselves with two deep fried turkey pizzas (with cranberries) and get an enemy in the front of the boat, and then a second one when he (the nomadic Okinawan martial artist) bounced down the second time. No one ever perfected the much to be desired third deep fried turkey pizza face slam. With or without cranberries.
Huh. deb comes back from vacation and the first thing she mentions in her “chest area”.
“Hi” she says. “I’m back. Now think about my boobies. I got sun, so they look like this ()()”
(Unless they are more “old lady-ish” boobies.(.)(.))
But enough about boobies… well, not really enough because how can you have enough boobies? Unless that just isn’t your thing. But boobies = good. Really, that’s science. More math really, but still, there you go.
There was a Pizza King by the old house. The Little Woman grew up in the heart of Indiana (by the aorta) and had Pizza King pizza since she was little. (“Littler” since she is the Little Woman and only 6" tall.) So we had it (Pizza King Pizza) a few times. Now we’'ve moved and we don’t get it any more.
-Rue. (thinking only of pizza)
The problem I have right now is that Friday Night Pizza just ain’t going to happen this week.
The only pizza place on the planet that was willing to deliver to my house closed up shop last week. My only other options are Pizza Hut (which ain’t pizza) or this really good Italian restaurant that makes great pizza. Trouble is, I’d have to go pick it up, and I hate that.
I’m at a loss here, folks.
-Ex. (not mentioning boobies)
Ex, it’s simple. Bribe the Pizza Hut delivery guy to swing by the other place you like. It’ll be a little more expensive, but you’ll get your pizza.
-welby (Thinking for Ex, as usual)
Google being my friends shows that Hawai’i has boobies, I thought they were more a South America type thing. picture of boobie from Hawaii and they are red
[sub]Rue I said “chest” cause my personal pair of boobies never saw the light of day. Remember also not to think of “elephant”.[/sub]
deb the aviator 2world
I know no one is going to care about this post because it has nothing to do with boobies, except to say that I *hate hate hate *the word boobies, and boobs too.
What I’m posting is that I’m in Baltimore and I spent the day with my spousal unit wandering in the Annapolis Sailboat Show. It was wonderful and we bought some stuff and got some ideas of things to do to our boat and talked to some people about refinancing our boat loan at a lower rate. So it was a good day. Now we’re back on the boat vegging. And not doing anything about boobies.
So, have a good weekend all!! Envy me and my exciting sailboat-centric life!
A number of remarks sprang to mind when I read this, all of them salacious. But you may officially consider yourself scandalized.
And you are a little scarey, but in a good way, as smart and witty women can be.
You’re not doing anything about your… ummm…chestal area?
You guys have been married a long time haven’t you?
I’m still quite fond of 'em myself. Not yours in particular, FCM, but in general. Not that yours aren’t fine and all, I mean, I suppose, since I’ve never seen them, your personal pair that is. I’ve seen plent of others. Not enough mind you, but plenty.
I think I need to go over here now.
Thanks, but I think after a few days in the mail, it’d probably be almost as bad as B.C. Pizza.
I’ll take one of those deep-fried zombie pirate monkey turkey pizzas with a side of cranberry sauce, though. But hold the ninjas.
So, not to hijack the thread to its original course…
What are the best franchises for thin and thick crust pizza?
I used to work in a pizza parlor and still dig both kinds, but never what to expect with calling in an order and not knowing what I’m getting.
Any suggestions?
But the ninjas are the best part! You can’t leave them out! That like saying,“I’ll have spaghetti wth tomato sauce and mushrooms but hold the spaghetti”!
I’m going to spend the rest of this weekend figuring out how to make a deep fried turkey pizza, I am. I’ll get back to y’all.