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July 29, 2005

A GOOD NAME FOR A ROCK BAND

Trouser Tyranny.

Also The Hunting Sporrans.

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ASK is in trou-ble - he has to go to the office

*snickers*

Why is the rum always gone?

I don't know, I didn't take it, quit looking at me like that, it couldn't have been me I was gone all day, I didn't touch your bum.. er... rum...

*hides something behind her back*

well crap. that was me, still in fake glasses and mustache. I'm hiding from my kids, who have found me on some old threads.

if this were a dream, ther'd be rum

*places hands on hips and glares at Bumble*

ok, I wanna know how this keeps happenin', young lady.

tc, you really do keep givin' that halo back to Bumble, don't you?

*tosses tc an "e"*

SSA ... my point, exactly ...

I saw an opportunity for some levity, and attempted (unsuccessfully, it would seem) to play the "irony" card by deliberately usin' moi ownself's version of vernacularityismness ... by acknowledgin' that I, too, am subject to the whim and whimsical in my choice of language patternologyistics ...

Other than that ... how's your day goin'? (And I DO appreciate, greatly, your sophisticated educationese in the various forays amongst the bloglits ... merely ... appreciative ...)

of course not, i would never...

besides, it ain't my fault she looks hot in a halo

*snork* @ O. the U.

and tc, if ya think Bumble looks hot in the halo, I guess I'll let her keep it.

cuz I'm sure that's her goal...makin' ya think she looks hot. ;)

*hands Bumble a jar of Tarnish B Gone™ for her halo*

Are you saying I don't look hot? Hmm?

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

OOooooooo!

*sits on Couch 'o Spectatorship with bucket 'o popcorn and a diet soda*

Are they gonna wrassle??

will there be mud?

ooh! how bout jello? i luv a good jello wrastlin match

Is it time to fill the puddin' pit?

I'm too tired to wrestle with a southlouisianacajungirl. If she says no, I'll just flip her with a rubber band and get back to my scrapbook. And she's never getting custody of my halo again. I'll let TCK pawn it first. ;-)

A halo might be worth some money on eB@y, if yuo don't want it anymore.

No, no, no... Bumble, you don't get out of it that easily.

pssst, guys, Jello® or pudding? Chocolate or tapioca? Whadda we think?

Awwwww...no wrassling?

Well...if there's nothing to watch...

*goes behind the Kiltie bar*

*lifts two bottles of rum and twirls them gunslinger-style*

Mojitos anyone? I'll be dancing on the bar later...!

*munches Mike 'n Ike and continues to wait and see what happens*

Oooo!! Oooo!! Oooo!!!

Sharon? Please? Mojito me!

(Smart move, Bumble -- you wait a few minutes and this crowd gets distracted.) :)

I'm here too!

I'll have a mojito, please - and a halo!

For KDF

For El

*muddles mint and limes*

*mixes drinks*

*sees that KDF and EL already have drinks*

*chugs drinks*

*dances on bar*

Bumble!!! of course ya look hot - with or without the halo! I was just suggestin' that if TC thinks you look even hotter with the halo, then who am I to deprive him of the pleasure?

I even luved ya the jar of Tarnish B Gone™!!

and I'll have one of those mojitos, thank ya very much. :)

what? they wanted wrasslin'? oh.

*tackles Bumble and lands in the puddin'/jello pit - whichever is closer*

*wolf whistles*

*cheers for both participants*

*passes southerngirl a peace offering*

*gets ready to shower*

TCK, give me my robe back already!

OH, KDF! I'm SOOO snicked today because I talked to my humber and we procked the snoodle!

Oh crazdoowop! Sharon, you can't prock the snoodle in July! It's way too feedlebanger.

Well doop my bandlewag....you're right!

I usually preezut my fangle instead of my humber. Better mileage.

You're fangle?? That's awfully fleeping quadlepoop of you!

Oh, shick. I mean "your".

Smylowopp! Couldja kindly frape this poor woman a mojito? She's just in from the quesop, and is feeling a bit woojipwot. Swangles!

Geez Sharon, way to fwangle it.

No droople, sweetie.

*bazwangs KDF a mojito*

Thorkster, Sharon! Mmmmm, minty! Did we pragstab everyone off?

C'mon Kilties! Pleegrot with us!

*norberts on the bartop*

C'mon Kilties! Let's fraznap!

You try out a new batelloo and everyone skeltyworts!

*pouts*

*fraznaps while bazwanging*

Errrrrm...

Mojitos?

Whoa....had a moment there. Was I speaking in tongues?

Huh. Well, that's what rum can do to you!

*is totally confused*

pssst, Sarah, so are we -- just play along

I nazgerb miztlke a good bazwanging feaznap.

psssst...Sarah....what KDF said!

Did I fall asleep for, like 20 years, and the language evolved/devolved?

Ummmm...something like that, sly.

*nazgerbs the feaznap with ask*

*somehow, feels that saying "fo' shizzle" would be so, like, last month*

*heads to the showers and bed*

Damned rum nap - missed the pudding. Anyone save some whipped cream?

*gratefully accepts Bumble's peace offering*

*heads to the Couch Where They Speak English*

*slurps mojito*

ASK - regular or extra creamy?

*fwaps KDF & sharon*

You can't get very good coverage with the regular.

*stops on the way to the Couch*

ASK, of course!

*nimbles Bumble*

*sprays ASK*

wheeelah!

*bazwangs ASK some super-duper creamy whipped cream*

I got you covered, ASK.

Er...maybe I should rephrase that....

I made whipped cream yesterday! We had it on strawberrys and poundcake. Yum!!

*floopwegs Sharon with the extra creamy*

Now that's exactly what I was talking about!

YAYYY!!! for whipped cream!

*shantags Sarah*

Well, maybe not exactly, but YUM!

*prunks everybody*

*wurple-tackles Bumble*

Watching this right now - "this is what comes from sailing the seas with a lovesick madman!" They just don't write them like that anymore.

But, why is the rum always gone?

Cause you know, could really bazwangle some whipped cream and rum right now.

who could?

*ponks KDF with a thwipper*

Why Sarah, I was just gonna make one of these, of course.

relax ladies, it only takes 1/2 cup - still plenty left

*druggles a genteel glass of wine*

*shrugs, and clipertzthiks it with whipped cream*

Mmmm!

*wonders if she used the proper verb form there*

wow. I just had a flashback.

*room goes all hazy - might just be the wine*

I was in 5th grade, at church camp. One of the uppity girls (her dad was a state senator) was seated at the next table over. She began gesturing at me. She went through a lot of elaborate motions and expressions. Clearly she was talking to me, but it wasn't making any sense; I didn't understand a single word. I realized that she was playing, talking nonsense; this was so out of character for her, but I loved it; she could be silly! And she wanted to play with me! I decided to go along with it, pantomiming nonsense back.

After about 5 minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. The girl at the table behind me looked at me with absolute disdain. It was the uppity girl's best friend. "I believe she is talking to me." They had been having a real conversation all along.

*rooms fades back into focus*

You know, there are times I am glad I'm a grown up.

*winks, and sprays Sarah and Bumble with whipped cream*

*thwips Bumble's ponk*

*squidges KDF's hoopy and heads for the Couch 'o Feebledonk*

G'night, Kilties!

the couch of Feebledonk doesn't sound very comfortable

the couch of "soft and fluffy sleepy bye-bye" sounds lovely, but I can't seem to find it

*rolls in breakfast cart*

*lets coffee fumes get into every nook and cranny of the Kilt*

*waits for Kilties to wake up*

Good foonting, all.

Sorry I was unavailable to goosnargh with everyone. Looks like quite a gabbleblodgit.

Anyone feel like a little Belgium?

Hey, why is there whipped cream all over my swicky? Brickle-fr#*k! :-)

Good morning!

*Puts solitaire away*

Hey, there's some on your gatwick, Bumble.

I don't see it. Care to smip it quiff for me Blue?

*feels everyone* Nope, nobody feels like a little Belgium. However, somebody over there on the couch felt like a big one.

The other gatwick, Bumble. And yes.

*wanders in*

Hey...nice gatwicks, Bumble.

*goes in search of coffee*

not a chance in heck i can catchup since last week. *sighs*
would anyone have the highlight reel?

i killed the place.
*sniffs armpits*
nope, not that.
*sighs and slinks away*

I'd be around but I've still got the little ones, but they fly home today. YAY! for family!! YAY! for having alone time again!!

YaY! for Sarah for being here!!

Wolfie - in no particular order:

St. Louis strumpeting reports were received, reviewed and approved

KDF appeared in a glittery pink teddy (also approved)

ASK experimented with being a HO (jury still out)

Alfred led games

Various bloglits channeled various Star Trek and H2G2 characters

Betsy & S-Girls were seeing dildoes

Sarah had a power crisis

Crickets, cockroaches and cicadas appeared (not approved)

Hair raising childhood stories were revealed

Daisy's new roof leaks (not approved)

Sharon went to a spa

Bumble's halo spent time as a hot potato with TC and S-Girl

S-Girl introduced her kids' new teacher Mrs. Parfait (resoundingly approved)

The Kilt developed a slow leak

Sharon got horny and danced on the Kilt bar (approval meter pegged!)

Apparent Typepad problems resulted in spontaneous new words being added to the language (still under farblington)

Whipped cream was enjoyed in a number of ways

Neo had a flashback

Bumble's gatwicks were cleaned

Wolfie got back safely (unanimously approved)

*looks under arm*

*finds remnants of recent whipped cream that was mostly cleaned up*

So that's a gatwick. Thanks Blue. You're a true friend. ;-)

BRAVO BLUE!!!

*stands and applauds*

Most excellent.

I like the word invention game. I don't have to spel-czech or profreed.

Yes, well recounted, Blue! I think we should appoint you the official Kiltie town crier.

*No....NOT the weeping kinda crier...the NEWS kinda crier!*

Sheesh.

Well, since we have a heat advisory going on here until SEVEN O'CLOCK TOMORROW NIGHT, I officially declare it beer-thirty and will start drinking cold ciders now. Anyone care to join me?

Feezle on, Kilties!

Yes, please! Cider at 3:25 is a shelzaboot idea. Crackin' purt, Sharon!

*pops out to hunt up another Italian ice tube*

OK, thanks everyone, please be seated.

Sharon, my beer needs to chill a bit longer, so I'm breaking out a fleeb-dipped groobsicle first while I stare at some real gatwicks. Not that that will lower the temperature any.

*bazwangs KDF a cider*

There ya go, Sistah!

HEY! THAT'S where my digital camera went!

*oobles camera away from Blue*

Sorry Blue, but those pictures are NOT for public consumption!

Good thing I downloaded first. And I gotta say, I've never seen a hoogachacka tattoed on anyone's saskatchewan before, but you managed to make it fit. Nice job!

*stealthily places a refrigerator magnet on the side of Blue's computer*

Hey, you leave my saskatchewan out of this. But yeah, I'll admit, the tattoo artist had quite a time with that one.

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