'Cause I’m paranoid. I’m very paranoid. And the water in my washing machine turns dark out of sympathy.
“Where can I get that?” you ask?
At your local drugstore.
It’s from Kansas.
Actually, I think the real answer is that Ronnie and Kenny used to make raisin wine and sell it.
Definitely my tummy and about a 5 inch scar on my chest from surgery I had a few years back. It turns purple when I’m either cold or hot.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
Definitely my bellybutton. I have a weird bellybutton. It somehow manages to be both an innie and an outie at the same time. It basically looks like an ordinary navel with a pair of tiny buttocks peeking out. Running a close second is my nose. Any nose looks more normal after being pierced has got to be odd. In my case, the piercing draws attention away from the wart-like bump immediately above it. It does nothing to draw attention away from its overall beakiness, however. And finally, there are my feet. I have the curse of the tall woman: big feet. And narrow, too. I’d tell you my shoe size, but I think I’m just going to submit this post and not come back to this thread until my vanity has reasserted itself.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Ronnie and Kenny WERE responsible for making the water turn black, but it wasn’t (necessarily) raisin wine… What is WAS would really disgust you (think lots of bodily fluids). The story of “Ronnie’s little creature” is pretty sickening!
Sweet Basil
I am NOT a hacker!
Definately my nose, quite a honker, and slightly crooked after being broken in a sled riding accident. Damn trees.
If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.
-Albert Einstein
My big toe on my left foot. A dr. botched a toenail removal several years ago when I had a severe ingrown toenail. It grew back real thick, and then there’s the scar on the edge of the toe. …and I hate feet anyway. I could never give a toe job.
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Sweet Basil:
Oh yeah, I’m quite familiar with the story of Kenny’s little creatures on display! :eek:
Continuing with disgusting Zappa, think Stink Foot.
I don’t know where she’s coming from, but I just met a girl named Dinah-Moe Humm.
Dr. J
“Seriously, baby, I can prescribe anything I want!” -Dr. Nick Riviera
Yeah, I know the song Stink Foot, is there a story behind that one too?
Hmmm…Dinae-Moe Humm? I’m intrigued…
::rubbing my chinny-chin-chin::
My, My, My…What sort of thing might this lady get high upon?