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10/27/2005

Hmmm ...

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And once more the world is comming to an end!

Geezzzzeeeee!

No kidding. Clinics are going to open for people who have SNDS. That's Serious News Depression Syndrome. The clinics will have no TVs, no computers, no radios. Everyone gets a pile of books, only classics, when they walk in. And an iPOD with oldies on it. Patients will have recess every few hours and will play Red Rover Come Over, Hopscotch, Hide 'n Seek, and will make forts out of cardboard boxes and stolen sheets. In order to become a member of the forts, you have to bite a worm in two. Then lunch with pudding and nothing fancy and then naptime. Reading time in the afternoon and then dance class until dinner. Then talk time and nighty night. 30 days of rehab. :)

OH HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA......there ya go again once more, gal, makin' me laugh!!!!

Yeah forts' n' worms! (no i didn't mean farts, Moze)(although logical progression would follow) LOL

And yes..absolutely stolen sheets! An pillows.....lots n' lots of pillows.

Dance class? only iffen its belly dancin'. I did the tutu thang. It's over rated. But hell, i would try tapp, yanno, for the "restless leg syndrome" I wish I could beg outta medicare/aid.....lol.

Woooooowooooooo! I wannna go to Phoenix's rehab!

No. It's Cotillion. Fox-trot, waltz, samba, rhumba, tundra, tango, fandango. Then it's two weeks of square-dancing. oooooooooooooooh... I LOVE to square dance. SO much fun you just can't stand it. And then some two-step. Yep. Gotta have cowboy night.

After you bite the worm, you get a box of 'Spanish'. That's what we called Jello. We ate it out of the box. And we called it 'Spanish'. D'oh. ?? Also, we can build race cars with skates. The clinic keeps a huge supply of cardboard boxes on hand. And scotch-tape which will tape anything when you're little including skate wheels on a cardboard box. ... for a minit anyways.... hahahaha

Well, now, you is much more high brow dan' i em. One of dem dere Cotilians, eh?

Fox trot mught teach dem hounds a thing or two AFTER watchin' that BAD ASS and sowwy pussy.

Hey but i cum a long way, i got duct tape now 'stead of that chitty rascly ass scotch tape chyt. Yesireeee!

Bet muh rece care holds up bettern' yourn'!

Hey, Phoenix, where can I sign up for that there ree-hab thing you was talkin' about?

An' I'd bite two worms just to get a couple boxes o' Spanish. ¡Si, señor! ¡Muerda los gusanos!

HA HA HA.... oh, Obi !! I'll let you know just as soon as I can take-over the local Armory. We have to get supplies - like an old record player, some cots, a pile of cardboard boxes, some little wheels, up-graded duct tape, sheets to steal, and a ton of Spanish. What's your favorite flavor? We liked cherry but would settle for lime if that's all our mothers had left after the latest Spanish heist.

Oh. And the worms. No problem there, though. The patients dig their own. :)

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