You’re all a bunch of bitches, bitches! This one is for Karla, and for Bliss. The funny thing is, until a few days ago I didn’t consciously realize what kind of compulsive freak I really am. I have lots to do to catch-up with all the emails people sent me, and frantic follow up emails with subject lines like “!!!!!”, because people are too dumb to understand my vacation message that was sent to everyone who emailed me.
Like you don’t take anything from your hotel rooms.
The other day ACWF and I were shopping for our various food necessities (guess which one of us threw a tantrum when s/he couldn’t get the peanut-butter and jelly pre-mixed in the jar) when we found ourselves stopped in the pasta aisle looking at various dried cheeses. I spend most of my time alone thinking.
Ready to leave the blighted, festering cesspool that Scotland refers to as “Glasgow” in our dust, we left our hotel at about 7am. The event is upon us. This past Friday night Mrs. ACW and I hosted Tish while she was in town from Texas. I was over at Mokie’s house for Halloween because last year we had a grand total of about 15 kids show up at our house.
Diesel has convinced me to participate in his contest to make him read stuff, so I suggest that he read Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian.
The preceding has been a meme from Stephanie Austin. I grabbed the first sentence of the first post of each month of this past year, from January to December. I was funnier in January.
peanutbutter and jelly should never be pre-mixed.
never.
Reading that made my brain do backflips trying to understand it. I hate you.
Whoa. I was experiencing some mad deja vu, till I figured out what the hell you were talking about. Sweet. Yeah, you WERE funnier in January. Hehe.
I wish you had written the last bit first, and used the word ‘proceeding’.
All right… That was really annoying. I hope you cough up chunks of noggandle as your cat practices on your “speedbag” this evening.
Oh yeah… On another note. Isn’t Lehigh Valley home of Lebanon Baloney which is the only substance known to have more pig anuses per gram (PAPG) than crapple?
I’m selling ketchup and mustard premixed in jars. You can order it on my web site.
As meme ideas go, I’d rate this one a 3. However, since it netted me a link, I’ll bump that up to an 8.
Until I got to the “meme” part, I thought you were having a psychotic break. I was looking forward to it with unfettered glee.
Kendra- I agree. I think. I can’t remember which one of us wanted it so badly.
Mokie- Eat me.
Jules- I know, my skills really dropped off this year. Boo.
CBK- Yeah, well, I’m a dick.
Alan- Oh Alan, he doesn’t do that anymore. Lebanon Baloney (otherwise known as salami in my house) really has a lot of PA? I thought scrapple was always the winner.
MD- HA!
Karla- Don’t you know that everything I do is to garner your favor?
Monkey- When I have a psychotic break, you can be sure I’ll be blogging.
Wow. For a second there I thought you’d gone totally ratbatcat-shit on me in my absence. Not that it wasn’t entertaining, mind.
Just one thing though… it goes “Gideon checked out, and he LEFT it, no doubt”. I guess if rocky raccoon pops in nursing a gunshot wound, he’s shit outta luck vis-à-vis his revival.
And I just have to ask: Do you employ the Do Not Disturb signs on the door of your home shitter? That would rule. Nobody would even TRY to knock mid-grump.
i was so com-fus-ed. and pb&j… must never meet except between two slices of bread… or cookies… or fingers.