HOSTESS OF THE WEEK
This blog totally understands where this woman was coming from.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
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This blog totally understands where this woman was coming from.
(Thanks to Claire Martin)
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FIRST! woohoo! (ok, now to go check out the link)
Posted by: Mike Weasel | May 19, 2004 at 09:50 AM
"Unwanted Houseguests" wbagnfarb
Posted by: russell | May 19, 2004 at 09:52 AM
Why couldn't she do it the old-fashioned way?
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | May 19, 2004 at 09:55 AM
It's kinda sad, actually. When I was younger, I had a similar situation, but I just moved out myself, and my roommate, who was friends with them, later moved out, too. I don't know what I would have done if it had been my house, though.
Posted by: zinfidel | May 19, 2004 at 10:14 AM
GREAT JOB FARKY! VERY FUNNY!
Posted by: PETER | May 19, 2004 at 10:52 AM
FACE RED, PLEASE IGNORE PREVIOUS COMMENT. THANK YOU...
Posted by: PETER | May 19, 2004 at 11:09 AM
MKJ - my thoughts exactly. Some well-aimed methane would have worked like a charm. The reek of dairy aire.
Posted by: MOTW | May 19, 2004 at 11:24 AM
Alex, be adivised - if you start smelling natural gas at home it may just be that Mom is tired of fighting with you about your rights...
Posted by: jamester | May 19, 2004 at 02:33 PM
Actually, I think the problem was the fact that I was writing online. Nobody cares about the computer. I've had it password-protected, and I got no complaints. Mom says she didn't bother to look at it anyway.
I could've run a drug-dealing business and kept the records on here, and she wouldn't have noticed! Damn, another wasted...er...non-wasted (due to lack of drug business) opportunity. Just so I don't blog about it...
JK. You guys believe I'm not a drug dealer, right?
Posted by: Alex | May 19, 2004 at 05:10 PM
Gassed Gick Monsters wbagnfarb?
Posted by: Gregg | May 19, 2004 at 05:10 PM
Yo, it's in Victorville, a stone's throw from San Bernardino, where I live (but not on purpose). Of *course* the gas didn't work; anybody who lives in San Bernardino Area could tell you that SBdno already gives off an offensive aroma 4 days out of 7.
Yes, glorious San Bernardino (motto: "The Life-Sucking Vortex").
AmberM
Posted by: ambami | May 19, 2004 at 06:17 PM
But they do host a nice Ren Faire...
Posted by: Mike Weasel | May 20, 2004 at 06:44 AM
That they do, Mike...and I get to be there every weekend during the run!! I'm one of those crazy folks that gets up at 04:30 on a Saturday and drives like hell to get there so I can get my props set up and be in costume before they open the gates...thank goodness for the 24-hour Starbucks drive-thru on the way!
=^..^=
Posted by: Psychocat | May 20, 2004 at 10:51 AM