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Milk boner?
Posted by: lance | January 16, 2007 at 09:06 AM
schnausages!!!
Posted by: crossgirl | January 16, 2007 at 09:08 AM
or perhaps kibbles and dangly bits....
Posted by: crossgirl | January 16, 2007 at 09:08 AM
Hmmm, anger management course for owner and the dog.
Posted by: DavetheRed | January 16, 2007 at 09:10 AM
My cat brings me the mice she kills. Perhaps I should be thankful...
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 16, 2007 at 09:16 AM
Sorta gives new meanin' to the phrase "Son of a B!tch!" ... don't it?
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | January 16, 2007 at 09:20 AM
Dr Phil said I needed express myself and I decided that this blog was the best vehicle. So i'm pleading *tugging at forelock* to be let in as a fellow inmate. Please, please, pretty please. BTW my dog stops at sniffing.
Posted by: Mot The Hoople | January 16, 2007 at 09:33 AM
adds a "to" up there
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 16, 2007 at 09:34 AM
Shouldn't you add a "t" to your name as well?
Welcome aboard, here's your complementary straitjacket.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 09:38 AM
No worries - they can reattach it to his arm, right?
Posted by: Punkin Poo | January 16, 2007 at 09:44 AM
The extra "t" is entirely optional, but good to know you recognised the name. I knew you guys were my kind o' people. Thanks for the welcome. I'm 7 hours ahead of the East coast so sometimes I'll be out of sync with the rest of you.
Posted by: Mot The Hoople | January 16, 2007 at 09:48 AM
All us young dudes know Mott the Hoople.
So you're on metric time, then?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 09:51 AM
*wondering if the dog was trained to go for the penige area and if so, how the owner trained him*
Posted by: Siouxie | January 16, 2007 at 09:59 AM
Hey, wait a minute! My straitjacket wasn't complementary, I had to buy it! The electroshock therapy was free though, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Ooooh, and gumballs. Yum.
Welcome aboard, Mot. Hope you have a large supply of brain bleach.
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 10:00 AM
complementary: relating to or constituting one of a pair of contrasting colors that produce a neutral color when combined in suitable proportions
complimentary: given free as a courtesy or favor
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 16, 2007 at 10:07 AM
waves at mot with the optional t.
Posted by: crossgirl | January 16, 2007 at 10:09 AM
Exactly... it clashes with my dress.
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 10:09 AM
The straitjacket was selected to coordinate with Mot's shoes.
*Readies "Welcome to the Pedant Society" pin for HR*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 10:12 AM
*waving at Mot*
HEY! I didn't get a
comple complimfree straightjacket!!!Posted by: Siouxie | January 16, 2007 at 10:17 AM
*grabs the extra 'h' before Mr. Eeengleesh Teeecher Rye notices*
Posted by: Siouxie | January 16, 2007 at 10:19 AM
Yeah, what she said!
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 10:20 AM
i want a straitjacket! or straightjacket. or straigtjacket, as siouxie suggests spelling it.
Posted by: crossgirl | January 16, 2007 at 10:22 AM
lol crossgirl...
*runs and gets the 'g' too*
my bad.
btw, cg?? guess where I'm going this sunday??
:-P
Posted by: Siouxie | January 16, 2007 at 10:28 AM
Hey, I wasn't suggesting that anyone was using the word incorrectly...
*slinks away quietly*
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 16, 2007 at 10:28 AM
C'mon, stand up and be a real sandwich. Slinking's for canapes (canopies?).
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 10:31 AM
Mot, it should be pointed out at this time that certain people
Siouxiewho shall remain nameless tend to bring out hot wax on the most trivial of occasions. Be careful.Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 16, 2007 at 10:35 AM
Aw, Hammie, what a thing to say! (Siouxie, time to switch tactics. May I recommend duct tape?)
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 10:37 AM
Time for a new waxing, Hammie?
pssst...Tammy I like the way you think - rrrrrrrrripping of duct tape.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 16, 2007 at 10:42 AM
There once was a bloglit named Hammie
Whose pedantry got to Nurse Tammy
Meanie stood clear of it
For he was in fear of it
Once Tammy tagged Sioux from Miami.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 10:45 AM
Siouxie, have I ever told you how good you would look in strappy shoes?
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 16, 2007 at 10:46 AM
Back again, the hiatus was due to the commute from office to home. Should I expect a complimentary straightjacket in the mail? What do I do with the government issue one I have now? Maybe hand it down to my crotch sniffing dog. I hope we are going to stay away from culinary oddities today, I haven't fully recovered from yesterday's offerings.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 16, 2007 at 10:46 AM
Hey, I was acquitted on those charges!
Oh, you said Pedantry. Never mind.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 16, 2007 at 10:49 AM
Meanie, very nice.
Hammie, you're off the hook...for now ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | January 16, 2007 at 10:52 AM
He douses them with brake fluid, sics his dog on the first guy, punches and kicks while the dog attacks, then turns on the friend when he comes to help. They manage to get back in the car to drive themselves to the hospital.
However, Bell will serve only seven months in prison.
WTF?
Welcome, Mot with one T
Posted by: MOTW | January 16, 2007 at 10:55 AM
Oh Meanie, my very own limerick! I'm so happy. *sniff* Almost makes it worth being home sick.
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 10:55 AM
Be glad it wasn't authored by mudstuffin. ;)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 11:14 AM
hey siouxie,
:P
Posted by: crossgirl | January 16, 2007 at 11:15 AM
A very wise man once said,"there is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness"." I am not sure which side of that line my addiction to this blog is on.
Mud can do his worst. The most that could befall me is snorking my hot tea, and it might even clear my sinuses. (How many points is a hot beverage snork vs. a cold beverage snork, anyway?)
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 11:19 AM
*Senses scatological stormclouds gathering over Indiana at this very moment*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 16, 2007 at 11:27 AM
The pre-requisite for having a sick brain is to have a brain in the first place. This disqualifies most of the people on this planet. You're in very good company Nurse T.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 16, 2007 at 11:27 AM
Wasn't The Penis Biting Dogs the name of Russell Crowe's band? Or was that The Crotch Sniffing Dogs?
I get confused.
Welcome, Mot. My brother was a fan.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | January 16, 2007 at 11:48 AM
Heeeeeere Mud, oh here, Mud.... Nope. *realizes is courting disaster, doesn't care*
Nobody going to venture a guess on comparative snork values? *pouts*
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 16, 2007 at 11:55 AM
is mot(t) a fan of the book or the band?
Posted by: crossgirl | January 16, 2007 at 11:57 AM
Mott - what in heaven makes you think the rest of us are IN sync?
And not the "band", either - but your namesake group rocked...
*wanders away humming All The Young Dudes, notices the connection between the song and In Sync, falls over twitching...*
Posted by: Mr. Completely | January 16, 2007 at 03:22 PM