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Part HUH?
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Annie, I'm a bit frightened to admit that I was actually typing that. Addled minds, and all.
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:19 AM
He's not here so we'll blame him...
It was Meanie's fault.
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:21 AM
Oooh, yeah! My border collie will be very excited. Actually, she's always very excited. True story - I bought two sheep this evening at Target. They're big fluffy fake sheep for my sons for Easter. But now that I've won a herd, I'll search for my sheep's receipt (once I untongle my tang).
Posted by: Annie O'Blarney | March 18, 2006 at 01:23 AM
I'm named after that pommie King. I think he was great. So did the rest of England. And the Norse kind of liked him too. For entirely different reasons.
Posted by: Alfred | March 18, 2006 at 01:23 AM
Your tang is tongled? Mine tool.
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:28 AM
I've herd Target's pretty baa-aaaad about returns.
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:29 AM
Yay! Alfred's here. But my border collie says it's time for bed. We've a big day tomorrow, picking up our herd of sheep. Merinos, I hope.
What's up Meanie's kilt? No good-byes or anything?
Nytol.
Posted by: Annie O'Blarney | March 18, 2006 at 01:29 AM
Night, Annie. Sheep well.
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:31 AM
One baaaad joke....two baaaaad jokes....three baaad jokes.....zzzzzzzzz
Posted by: Annie O'Blarney | March 18, 2006 at 01:33 AM
Say the magic woid and win a hundred dollas....
,,, ,,,
@-@
******
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:33 AM
Done took too long and p*ssed her off. Hey, how fast do you think we can drink this C-note?
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:37 AM
Very impressive and yet mildly disturbing, Groucho. How did it get this late again?!
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:38 AM
I think the Green biere has gone and addled one or both of our brains. I'm hazy on "C-note."
Posted by: KDF O'm done tryin' to think o'f a snappy name | March 18, 2006 at 01:39 AM
Do ya think we can we wake her up for a "goodnight"? I'd rather not have her going to bed angry at me.
The usual way.
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:39 AM
And, MAN, that was fun.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 01:39 AM
C-note = the prize bestowed by Groucho.
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:41 AM
Now our codes are belong to you.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 01:41 AM
Ah. Thank you, my sweet green pedant.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 01:42 AM
Wait, it's in my head somewhere....
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:43 AM
We risk being sucked deep(er) into the awesome power that is the blog. But three or four hours of sleep is plenty, right?
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 01:46 AM
Up early on a Saturday following St. Pat's, eh? How'd you get tagged with something that evil?
Alright. Yeah, I saw the new post. Guess we can let one go by......
....can't we?
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:49 AM
We are a supportive popele.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 01:52 AM
'Night.
*Click*
Posted by: Meanie the Green | March 18, 2006 at 01:58 AM
*sneaks up on sleeping Meanie and spray paints him chartreuse*
Posted by: djtonyb | March 18, 2006 at 03:48 AM
*Yawns, stretches, gets up, looks around, scratches backside, rubs itchy nose. Makes note to reverse order of last two actions next time*
*Goes to brush teeth, washes hands, catches glimpse of self in mirror, examines overly dry tongue. Wonders why tongue and skin are same color*
*Glares at empty beer bottles scattered about. Curses St. Patrick*
Posted by: Meanie the WTD?? | March 18, 2006 at 07:26 AM
*tiptoes through room eyeing sleeping bloglits, decides to skip comment lest they awaken*
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 08:54 AM
Sweet Green Pedant WBAGNFA all-teacher folk trio.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 09:02 AM
*zips in from su.so.ca.* (where it's raining)
*looks around*
What a mess! What is wrong with you people? Didn't your mama teach you to clean up after yourselves?
*waits for answer but only hears snoring*
This should do it!
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 11:03 AM
Jeez, woman! For the love of Godiva, put a sock in it! Please? :^>
Posted by: Annie O'Morning-after-followed-night-before | March 18, 2006 at 11:15 AM
*snork* @ Eleanor
Posted by: daisymae | March 18, 2006 at 08:56 PM