Babies look so cute in brown paper diapers. Makes me want to get knocked-up right now.
Get out of here! I can’t believe you were thinking about “bona fide” too! I just got the O Brother Where Art Thou DVD.
Speaking of brothers, well, I never had one.
I sure would’ve liked to have raided his porn collection though.
Cite?
Forget tiramisu, I like baklava, especially the type they make in Crete.
I went there once and wrote an acount of my travels called “Pendlebury’s Progress”.
Not a lot of people want to know that.
It took me forever to explain to my boss today that I didn’t think he was from Crete when I called him a cretin.
And how about the creatine usage that’s running rampant across our high schools? I know plenty of guys were are all jacked up on this stuff. I’m pretty sure that once you stop taking it, you go back down pretty far, pretty much to the level of fitness beforehand.
Maybe it’s my status as an endurance athlete who can’t afford the extra waterweight, but I just can’t see creatine or other steroids being of any positive use to me.
Waterweight! Ugh, I hate when that happens. All bloated up. Sometimes it just rots to be female. Well, at least I won’t lose my hair when I’m 50 like some folks of the masculine persuasion.
50, hell, my brother is 24 and he’s losing his hair! Ha, at least he go one thorn in his side from getting all of the good genes from my mother’s side. Damn him for being taller and thinner than I’ll ever be.
Oh, my family always enjoys a good lugubrious songfest! Even Grandpa. But it isn’t related to blue genes.
Speaking of lugubrious, I thought Martin Landau really deserved his Ed Wood Oscar.
I thought Oscars were made of metal? Anyway, that reminds me of the time we were playing army, and we were using rocks as hand-grenades, and I got “blown up” by a grenade to the head and needed stitches.
Actually, it doesn’t remind me of that at all.
I used to get stitches all the time. It really upset me that I couldn’t keep up with the crowd on a cross-country run. But then I settled for not caring anyway.
I don’t know how I’ve never ended up needing stitches. I’m such a klutz.
A stitch in time saves nine; the whole nine yards; dressed to the nines – what is it about the number nine anyway?
Number nine? Number nine?
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I don’t care what anybody says, Paul’s alive! But that Superbowl “show”… that was lamer than Hogan’s goat!
Speaking of the Superbowl, did you hear that it’s been awarded to New York City on the condition that they build the currently controversial West Side Stadium? Two unlikely allies in favor of that are Mayor Bloomberg and Al Sharpton!
Funny you brought that up, because I just happen to live on a West Side. I’m pretty sure they are all about the same, so that gives you some idea that you probably don’t want to mess with my homey.
Speaking of homies, did you know that if you click the blue divider lines that separate replies here, the blue line gets, and stays, fat?
Are there any practical applications of this?
Surely you meant “phat”. Actually, I’d noticed that accidentally myself.
Speaking of axi-dental, did you know that Lizzie Borden was not convicted of bashing her mother’s teeth in with a hatchet? But if you ask most people, they’ll tell you she did it.
Speaking of milk, cats like milk. And we once had a cat named Iskandarian by my son after a make of racing camshafts.