T’chuh! When am I not running through the MMP all nekkid? Waitaminute! Bumba, you specifically told me all MMPers had to be nekkid whilst posting back when I joined! Are you now telling me this was a false requirement of membership for the MMP? All this time I’ve been chilly and… You knew my desk chair pinches!
I have a gappy blouse too, taters. See usually I avoid the gappy problem by buying a bigger size and then sewing the waist and hips smaller, but this one blouse snuck past me and it’s gappy. I solve this gappy problem by just opening an extra button. That way everybody’s happy.
Rue’s boys are not strange about the torch issue. In fact, they seem wise beyond their years. Sure boys normally would love something like a torch, but you have to remember a very important fact. Their father is Rue. They know better than to let him anywhere near a torch until he gets a little older. I don’t have this problem. I should never ever been given a torch, but my mom lives far from me and so she figured she was safe. Also, I think a torch would work on flan. It would pretty much work on anything, but you might not end up liking how it worked out.
Poor Pepsi guy! I’ve been there, done that and it’s not fun. You get dizzy and nauseus and shaky and then you probably barf and even when you figure you’re not gonna die, you still feel like a deflated beach ball. I hope you didn’t give the Pepsi guy really cold water. We made that mistake once with a bicyclist. See, he’d ridden all the way from Boston that summer and the day he nearly got himself deaded it was at least 110 and he’d ridden about ninety windy miles with less than a gallon of water! He stopped at our place and we gave him lots of cold water since he hadn’t mentioned just how far he’d traveled that day. When we did, we were all ‘uh oh! this ain’t gonna be pretty’ and it wasn’t. Mom called the paramedics because if he wasn’t that sick yet, he was gonna be, cold water or not, that boy had heat stroke, he just didn’t know it yet. It took a good long time for the ambulance to get there and he had a chance to ‘exchange’ the cold water for some room temp water and re-think his plan to bike over the hills to San Diego. The paramedics took him away and we drove his bike into town for him and he caught a bus to San Diego. Which was good, but darn, he’d almost made it all the way from Boston only on his bike and when he was almost finished, kerplooey!
Of course it’s 1115 degrees swampy, It’s Georgia after all. I heard you guys buy all the extra heat from other states so’s to balance out the humidity. Won’t have tourists flocking to the swamps if they’re not properly hot and humid.
Taxi, you need to get your kitty it’s own bathroom, like I did. Now when they’re smellamous, which is always, I can just turn on the fan and close the door. Which reminds me; if I suddenly disappear, you guys tell the police that my cat Violet should be their number one suspect. I did a very bad thing today. I accidently vaccuumed up Violet’s most favorite toy in the whole world! RIP little piece of ribbon, maybe when I empty the bag I can go all coroner like on it and find the ribbon. This is actual proof that housework is bad for you. Stay safe, live like a pig instead.
So I have a giant jar of marinated artichokes and some fake crab chunks, do you think they’d be good together? Here’s hoping marinated artichokes freeze well, because I’ll never get through that whole jar. What was I thinking? Oh that’s right, I wasn’t.
So Bobbio, when you did the water splooshing thing, was it like in Flashdance when the stripper doused herself with water up on the stage? Tell everybody it was an hommage to 80’s films and then do a little dance. Nobody’ll suspect it wasn’t deliberate after that.
lightingtool, if the MMP hadn’t been threadspotted already, your poop-gap post coulda done it all on it’s own. Hee! Poop-gap! Thanks ** taxi! **
Just in case-- HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWAMPY!
And winnie, you need to work on those fake spoilers. I mean Yorrick? Everybody knows he’s the dead guy from a completely different story, which isn’t even a book, it’s a play. Oh, Bruce Willis’s character is actually dead! Ha!
Gardentraveler? AM NOT EITHER!
But at least I don’t have to go to any funerals.
and give them 94 cents back, instead of 96. The little girl is quick to correct me, saying that she’s “an expert at math”, and I retort by saying that I teach people how to do calculus for a living (and stick my tounge out at her in my mind).