Contributing to this blog:
- "Dave" is Dave Barry, who is a humor columnist and presidential contender.
- "judi" is Judi Smith, who is Dave's Research Department, as well as being interested in men.
- "Walter" is Walter, a bone from the penis of a walrus.
What really concerns me is that I don't believe these people were telling the whole story.
I think the women were still wearing the thongs when the dog ate them, & they are too embarrassed to say that.
I mean, it seems strange that they would still be leaving their thongs on the floor, knowing full well that the dog likes to eat them. Something smells fishy, & it's not just the underwear....
I used to have a dog that would go after my wife's and daughter's underwear. The thing is, he didn't do it every day, just when the mood struck him, maybe once a month or so. So, they'd leave their underwear in a laundry hamper where he could get at it.
(My dog would carefully chew out only the best parts and not swallow them whole, so no intestinal blockages.)
Slightly off-topic: I like it when a cat eats tinsel off the Christmas tree. A day or two later you see them walking around the house with tinsel hanging out of their butt, which is funny enough. The best part is pulling the rest of it out. Be sure to watch their facial expression.
"The best part is pulling the rest of it out. Be sure to watch their facial expression."
OMG!!, Stuffin, I just blew my morning diet coke all over the monitor!!
My cats love yuletide tinsel and leave such delightfully decorated doots in the litter pan just for the holiday season. The rest of the year they dine on and reoffer any kind of dried or silk floral arrangement that happens into their little kingdom. The litter box almost always contains an interesting array of 'glitteraty' whenever I am not careful enough with home decor.
I'm glad I haven't had breakfast yet - I would snork it all over my screen! I'm with whoever up there said the dog would go - good underwear costs a pretty penny and the smaller they are, the more they cost!
When I was a kid, our family had a yellow lab who would eat anything. She especially liked crayons (and rarely stopped at one) so occasionally you could find a pile of doots with lots of rainbow specks spread throughout, almost like someone decided to sprinkle them with cake decorations or something.
My cat pulled this same stunt with tinsel, and we had to have him worked on to get it out.
We no longer use tinsel on our Christmas tree.
We do, however, still use real candles in our Jack-O-Lanterns, which I'm thinking is an invitation to disaster one of these days. As stupid curious as my cats are, somebody's going to get his whiskers burnt off.
I too have experienced (not personally of course) the tinsel butt syndrome but with a dog and the LOOK on it's face as it's being pulled off is priceless!
Had to stop using tinsel as well...yeah I know the poop is not as decorative.
So my wife decided to make my son's birthday cake instead of buying it. She got a giant tub of white frosting and concentrated pigments to make red and blue (this year's theme was Superman). She didn't know that you only nee a very little bit of that color. To make a shot story long, we were all producing Decorator Doots the next day.
Some of that pigment surrepetitiously placed in a can of beer can make for an interesting bathroom experience as well. It was a popular prank in college.
Back in college, we didn't do beer. I was a chemistry major, so all of our beverages started with the 100% alcohol from the chemical supply house. We'd usually add some sherbet for flavor, and depending on who was at the party, sometimes some methylene blue.
My friends over in the bio department were working on breeding high-alcohol-tolerence yeast. We didn't distill our own fermented products very often.
Nothing exciting ever comes out of my dogs. The best I ever saw from them was when my son (about 2 at the time) performed a prostate exam on the rotty-shepard mix.
Welcome to Red Sox Fan Hell, KDF. I'll be your tormentor tonight. Would you prefer to start with the 2004 AL Championship sweep, or the final out in the '04 World Series?
That's not Hell, CH, that's the Happy Place we like to vacation in, as often as possible. My son wore his World Series Champs 2004 t-shirt to school today, which I thought was quite sad, given the date. But, we do have to hang on to our fleeting, bright, happy moments.
Gee, I dunno, wench - in my experience, it's more ways to f*#k up.
I'm sorry, KDF, I mistook you for one of the pinstriped types... my sincerest apologies. Red Sox Hell is defined by 1986, Buckner. I'll say no more, as it still hurts too much.
Oh dear...sorry while I interrupt this blog for some advice to pet owners: pulling tinsel out of the nether regions of one's dog/cat is probably ok, because it (the tinsel) will break under stress. But don't ever try to speed up the passage of shoelaces, venetian blind cords, 40-lb fishing line, or plush drapery tie-backs out of said orifice: unpleasant, if not fatal, intestinal injuries may result.
/advice. We now apologize and return to our regularly scheduled *snork*ing.
Med, must be that I've still a lot to learn about women (imagine that) 'cause I've looked at that picture thousands of times over the last ten years or so, and it never dawned on me that the colors on the knobs could have any significance.
By the way, when I was studying chemistry (they called it "alchemy" back then), you never wanted to drink 100% alcohol. They used to use benzene (toxic, carcinogenic, nasty stuff) to remove that last little bit of water. Maybe that's changed.
I know I'm late to the pet poopage discussion, but my spaniel once ate a bunch of not-blown-up balloons (not exactly a genius dog....) and pooped many-colored balloon poopage all over our yard. She was totally fine.
Come on, Chris - I said "yet". And I was about to post exactly what you said about the birds, but just wasn't gonna go there about our...ummmm....lack of success in the professional sports arenas.
Siouxie - they did not inflate(which would have been kinda funny) but I did at one time have to perform the semi-surgical procedure mentioned above for pulling tinsel out of the cat's heinie, but it was balloons out of my genius dog's heinie. I must love this dog. She really is the dumbest dog I've ever had.
I'm thinking a flatbed full of outraged, howling bloglits, armed to the teeth with color-coordinated TPeashooters™, pulling up to his house, might be an appropriate response.
Talk about being a disappointed sports fan. Our local High School team has gone scoreless in three games so far, while giving up 136 points to opponents. That's what they get for pickin, purple and gold. NTTAWWT
Wyo, my high school, in the 3 years I was a student there, played 30 football games, and won exactly 4 of them. And yes, I was at every single one of them. (Band geek)
It could bring new meaning to the excuse "My dog ate my homework" if one were in a certain trade's school.
Posted by: Heinrich the Rat | September 21, 2006 at 08:48 AM
I don't know if Ms. Hall's knickers cost as much as mine, but if that's the case, the dog is out!
Posted by: angene15 | September 21, 2006 at 08:51 AM
Why is a 15 year old girl wearing thong underwear anyway?
Posted by: BillyJoeJimBob | September 21, 2006 at 08:52 AM
Poor dog. I usually douse mine with a little olive oil & grated cheese - makes 'em slide through easier.
Posted by: mudstuffin | September 21, 2006 at 08:54 AM
What really concerns me is that I don't believe these people were telling the whole story.
I think the women were still wearing the thongs when the dog ate them, & they are too embarrassed to say that.
I mean, it seems strange that they would still be leaving their thongs on the floor, knowing full well that the dog likes to eat them. Something smells fishy, & it's not just the underwear....
Posted by: catharine | September 21, 2006 at 08:54 AM
our dog goes after my wife's underwear too...not just things
it's a pheramone (spelling) thing....
Posted by: Chaz | September 21, 2006 at 08:59 AM
Reminds me of a joke we used to tell in elementary school:
What are you eating under there?
Underware? (sic, not sick)
Posted by: PirateBoy | September 21, 2006 at 09:03 AM
more song titles: "If Eating You Is Thong, I Don't Wanna Eat Right"
"The Thong And Winding Bowel"(Beatles)
"Bang! A Thong" (T-Rex)
Posted by: insomniac | September 21, 2006 at 09:04 AM
Poor dog - doesn't know right from thong.
Posted by: Val | September 21, 2006 at 09:10 AM
catherine:
I used to have a dog that would go after my wife's and daughter's underwear. The thing is, he didn't do it every day, just when the mood struck him, maybe once a month or so. So, they'd leave their underwear in a laundry hamper where he could get at it.
(My dog would carefully chew out only the best parts and not swallow them whole, so no intestinal blockages.)
Slightly off-topic: I like it when a cat eats tinsel off the Christmas tree. A day or two later you see them walking around the house with tinsel hanging out of their butt, which is funny enough. The best part is pulling the rest of it out. Be sure to watch their facial expression.
Posted by: mudstuffin | September 21, 2006 at 09:13 AM
There is far too much information on this thread, so I'm just gonna head on outta here and pretend I was never here.
"We put them in the basket straight away otherwise he will surely have a pair."
*snork*
Posted by: KDF | September 21, 2006 at 09:15 AM
Mudstuffin, that' a funny image you paint here!
Posted by: Dr. Doug | September 21, 2006 at 09:17 AM
The dog treat industry is missing out on a real opportunity here for edible dog thongs. Are you listening, Purina?
Posted by: Lairbo | September 21, 2006 at 09:17 AM
Does this mean that the dog got his knickers in a bunch?
Posted by: PirateBoy | September 21, 2006 at 09:18 AM
lairbo, would the dogs eat them off of each other?
Posted by: crossgirl | September 21, 2006 at 09:21 AM
Could someone please youtube some video of kitty butt tinsle? (which of course WBAGNFA punk B)
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 09:22 AM
"Thong, thong, blues, blockin' up my innards..."
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 09:29 AM
"The best part is pulling the rest of it out. Be sure to watch their facial expression."
OMG!!, Stuffin, I just blew my morning diet coke all over the monitor!!
My cats love yuletide tinsel and leave such delightfully decorated doots in the litter pan just for the holiday season. The rest of the year they dine on and reoffer any kind of dried or silk floral arrangement that happens into their little kingdom. The litter box almost always contains an interesting array of 'glitteraty' whenever I am not careful enough with home decor.
Posted by: Annie in Texas | September 21, 2006 at 09:30 AM
I'm glad I haven't had breakfast yet - I would snork it all over my screen! I'm with whoever up there said the dog would go - good underwear costs a pretty penny and the smaller they are, the more they cost!
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 09:33 AM
maybe the dog was just trying to floss.
Posted by: crossgirl | September 21, 2006 at 09:33 AM
When I was a kid, thongs were slip-on shoes. My how times have changed.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 21, 2006 at 09:40 AM
Girls
Is it OK if a species other than canine eats your panties?
If you know your panties are going to get eaten, just buy edible underwear in the first place.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 09:42 AM
Pirate - yes, it is...and sometimes we do. But the point is, unless I'm getting a thrill, stay out of my panties
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 09:43 AM
When I was a kid, our family had a yellow lab who would eat anything. She especially liked crayons (and rarely stopped at one) so occasionally you could find a pile of doots with lots of rainbow specks spread throughout, almost like someone decided to sprinkle them with cake decorations or something.
Posted by: Glix | September 21, 2006 at 09:43 AM
My cat pulled this same stunt with tinsel, and we had to have him worked on to get it out.
We no longer use tinsel on our Christmas tree.
We do, however, still use real candles in our Jack-O-Lanterns, which I'm thinking is an invitation to disaster one of these days. As
stupidcurious as my cats are, somebody's going to get his whiskers burnt off.Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 09:46 AM
When my dog was a puppy, he ate blacktop - poor guy had to have that surgically removed. He was a sad critter that day!
Posted by: 24 | September 21, 2006 at 09:46 AM
"We put them in the basket straight away otherwise he will surely have a pair." - we say the same thing about Blurk.
MORNING BLOGERRIFIC BLOGLITS!
Did y'all see that the Red Sox clinched the AL East????? Didja???? That's what I saw!
*returns to her hugely less painful fantasy world*
Posted by: Punkin (needs a gumball - and better pitching) Poo | September 21, 2006 at 09:48 AM
"Decorator Doots" wbagnf something. Perhaps synonimous with "knick-knack".
Posted by: mudstuffin | September 21, 2006 at 09:52 AM
Amen, Punkin. Have a gumball.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 09:53 AM
Our cat had "ornaments" hanging from that tinsel.
Cats can run pretty fast when they get spooked by those ornaments.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | September 21, 2006 at 09:56 AM
Good morning peoples!!
I too have experienced (not personally of course) the tinsel butt syndrome but with a dog and the LOOK on it's face as it's being pulled off is priceless!
Had to stop using tinsel as well...yeah I know the poop is not as decorative.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 09:56 AM
I, too, have used cats as ornaments.
What?
Posted by: Punkin Poo | September 21, 2006 at 10:00 AM
*snork* @ Punkin. Sometimes, that's the only thing they're good for...
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 10:01 AM
So my wife decided to make my son's birthday cake instead of buying it. She got a giant tub of white frosting and concentrated pigments to make red and blue (this year's theme was Superman). She didn't know that you only nee a very little bit of that color. To make a shot story long, we were all producing Decorator Doots the next day.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 10:05 AM
D@mn it.
I know I closed the bold...
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 10:06 AM
At least your innards weren't plasticized.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 10:06 AM
is it off yet?
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 10:09 AM
Billy Joe, I don't think 15 is too young for wearing a thong, so long as it's not to show them peeking out of her pants.
My dogs don't eat underwear, but our male lab has dined on throw pillows on occasion.
Posted by: Mary | September 21, 2006 at 10:10 AM
Some of that pigment surrepetitiously placed in a can of beer can make for an interesting bathroom experience as well. It was a popular prank in college.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | September 21, 2006 at 10:14 AM
DPC - it's off :)
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 10:18 AM
DPC - reminds me of St. Patty's and green beer
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 10:20 AM
he ate an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow sting thing bikini....
Posted by: Chaz | September 21, 2006 at 10:22 AM
It's too early in the morning for evil earwigs, Chaz.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 10:23 AM
Back in college, we didn't do beer. I was a chemistry major, so all of our beverages started with the 100% alcohol from the chemical supply house. We'd usually add some sherbet for flavor, and depending on who was at the party, sometimes some methylene blue.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 10:26 AM
Apparently, what this dog did is okay as it is not on the list of things a dog must remember
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 10:30 AM
Chemistry major DPC? I bet you had some mad pick up lines in your day
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 10:32 AM
Chris...is that grain alcohol?
Posted by: Chaz | September 21, 2006 at 10:32 AM
This thread gives new meaning to color commentary.
And 'scuse me, but how bored are ya'll that you are watching what comes out of your pets a$$?
Just sayin'.
*slinks back to lurking*
Posted by: Meditrina | September 21, 2006 at 10:34 AM
Wench - didn't need them. I met my wife-to-be at freshman orientation and never looked back. Good X, P and Q.
Chaz - one step beyond grain. Grain is about 98%.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 10:37 AM
I was a chem major as well, DPC...but we never got that fancy. We did distill some interesting brews back then :)
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 10:37 AM
Anybody know where I can get one of these?
They don't stock them at PetSmart.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 21, 2006 at 10:39 AM
Wyo!!!
poor kitty
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 10:41 AM
My friends over in the bio department were working on breeding high-alcohol-tolerence yeast. We didn't distill our own fermented products very often.
Nothing exciting ever comes out of my dogs. The best I ever saw from them was when my son (about 2 at the time) performed a prostate exam on the rotty-shepard mix.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 10:42 AM
Wyo - that is awful and I don't even like cats!
Posted by: 24 | September 21, 2006 at 10:46 AM
Eww, DPC. Just eww.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 10:47 AM
awfull, and yet, oddly practical...
Posted by: crossgirl | September 21, 2006 at 10:48 AM
DPC - that's great - otherwise, you'd be left as an I
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 10:49 AM
*thinks her friend, Wyo likes living on the edge*
first with a
boguscontroversial intelligence study and now animal cruelty...Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 10:52 AM
Did y'all see that the Red Sox clinched the AL East????? Didja???? That's what I saw!
*returns to her hugely less painful fantasy world*
Posted by: Punkin (needs a gumball - and better pitching) Poo | 09:48 AM on September 21, 2006
Um, Punkin, it's not a fantasy, they did! But they clinched it for the wrong team.
Sorry, but I thought this would be less painful coming from me, sweetie.
Tough love.
*wonders if she's going to Red Sox Fan Hell*
Posted by: KDF | September 21, 2006 at 10:54 AM
*snork* @ the kitty carrier. That's better than the kitty pencil sharpener.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 10:55 AM
Welcome to Red Sox Fan Hell, KDF. I'll be your tormentor tonight. Would you prefer to start with the 2004 AL Championship sweep, or the final out in the '04 World Series?
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 10:58 AM
Reminds me of that old joke:
Why do dogs lick their balls and chew on women's panties?
Because they can. Something like that.
Posted by: Stevie W | September 21, 2006 at 10:59 AM
That's not Hell, CH, that's the Happy Place we like to vacation in, as often as possible. My son wore his World Series Champs 2004 t-shirt to school today, which I thought was quite sad, given the date. But, we do have to hang on to our fleeting, bright, happy moments.
*sniffs*
*puts foam finger in storage*
Posted by: KDF | September 21, 2006 at 11:02 AM
Siouxie, I know this picture's nothing new, but It's still quite valid.
and KDF, being a Rockies fan (as I am) means there is no place but Hell.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 21, 2006 at 11:04 AM
Wyo - more buttons just means more ways to please us, which, in turn, is beneficial for you male types.
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 11:05 AM
His name was Deefer
He was a mastiff
He's gettin' panties in his mouth
Turnin' tail and headin' south
Now he will chow down
Upon that g-string
He's masticatin' on that crotch
Dreamin' of some fine beeyotch
He's such a horny mutt
He's sniffed all kinds of butt
He dreams all day of lace lingerie
Such a lazy slut!
At the Hall house
Don't drop your drawers
Posted by: Stevie W | September 21, 2006 at 11:06 AM
Apparently, what this dog did is okay as it is not on the list of things a dog must remember
*Snork that was great!! gotta show my wife that website, too funny!!
Posted by: DavetheRed | September 21, 2006 at 11:07 AM
Wyo, we can be more complicated, I agree, but you guys like fiddling with our 'knobs'.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 11:07 AM
KDF - Don't put the finger away just yet...it's great for booger mine-ing.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | September 21, 2006 at 11:09 AM
Gee, I dunno, wench - in my experience, it's more ways to f*#k up.
I'm sorry, KDF, I mistook you for one of the pinstriped types... my sincerest apologies. Red Sox Hell is defined by 1986, Buckner. I'll say no more, as it still hurts too much.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 11:09 AM
stevie...DARN YOU!!
*glaring*
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 11:09 AM
Wyo - please note that our superior gender is color coded in your linky. *big grin*
Being a royals fan is like rooting for the Bad News Bears.
Posted by: Meditrina | September 21, 2006 at 11:10 AM
I guess it can be used for impromptu proctology on gloating Yanks fans, too, eh, Punkin?
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 11:10 AM
*glad no one has mentioned Errol Flynn and his 'ducks on a string'*
Posted by: insomniac | September 21, 2006 at 11:11 AM
Oh dear...sorry while I interrupt this blog for some advice to pet owners: pulling tinsel out of the nether regions of one's dog/cat is probably ok, because it (the tinsel) will break under stress. But don't ever try to speed up the passage of shoelaces, venetian blind cords, 40-lb fishing line, or plush drapery tie-backs out of said orifice: unpleasant, if not fatal, intestinal injuries may result.
/advice. We now apologize and return to our regularly scheduled *snork*ing.
Posted by: Betsy | September 21, 2006 at 11:11 AM
Siouxie - is the bar open yet?
Posted by: Meditrina | September 21, 2006 at 11:12 AM
All I can say is - The Phillies aren't out of it - yet!!
Posted by: sthnbelle | September 21, 2006 at 11:12 AM
Clean - that's the thrill - trying to figure out which way things will go
(is he buying that?)
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 11:14 AM
Med, must be that I've still a lot to learn about women (imagine that) 'cause I've looked at that picture thousands of times over the last ten years or so, and it never dawned on me that the colors on the knobs could have any significance.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 21, 2006 at 11:14 AM
Med, the blogbar is ALWAYS open!
*will refrain from baseball talk for now so as not to jinx the Marlins*
pssst judi - I'm with ya...(yay for yesterday!)
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 11:15 AM
Evidently Deefer holds no brief for boxers.
By the way, when I was studying chemistry (they called it "alchemy" back then), you never wanted to drink 100% alcohol. They used to use benzene (toxic, carcinogenic, nasty stuff) to remove that last little bit of water. Maybe that's changed.
Posted by: Ford79 | September 21, 2006 at 11:15 AM
whatever you do - DO NOT touch the red button
Posted by: wench | September 21, 2006 at 11:16 AM
I know I'm late to the pet poopage discussion, but my spaniel once ate a bunch of not-blown-up balloons (not exactly a genius dog....) and pooped many-colored balloon poopage all over our yard. She was totally fine.
Posted by: OkieDokie | September 21, 2006 at 11:16 AM
Siouxie -
Oh yeah? Are you talkin' to ME??!! Take THIS!
I bite the thongs that all the Hall girls buy
I bite the thongs that ride up on their thighs
I bite the thongs that make the young men cry
I am oozing
And I bite the thongs
Posted by: Stevie W | September 21, 2006 at 11:16 AM
can someone neuter stevie?
Posted by: 24 | September 21, 2006 at 11:17 AM
Okie, a funny visual would have been watching the balloons inflate while he pooped...it's not helium but still.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 11:18 AM
SNORK at stevie! except for the d@%* earworm, now...
Posted by: OkieDokie | September 21, 2006 at 11:18 AM
Sthnbelle
Yes they are. And so are the Iggles.
I'd like to remind all of the rest of you sports fans that NO Philly pro sports team has won a championship in... ummm... 26 (?) years.
And no, the Kixx do NOT count as a pro sports team.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 11:19 AM
*takes out her neuter-o-matic*
ohhhh stevieeeeeeeee??? here...stevie stevie!!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 11:20 AM
I'l catch him and hold him down for you, Sioxie... that last one was purely evil.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 11:22 AM
Come on, Chris - I said "yet". And I was about to post exactly what you said about the birds, but just wasn't gonna go there about our...ummmm....lack of success in the professional sports arenas.
hmmmmmmmpphh.
Posted by: sthnbelle | September 21, 2006 at 11:22 AM
Ford
You have to be careful what you order. You can get real high proof with and without the nasty, toxic stuff.
It looks like I'm going to need more of this to get through the NFL season.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 21, 2006 at 11:22 AM
Siouxie - they did not inflate(which would have been kinda funny) but I did at one time have to perform the semi-surgical procedure mentioned above for pulling tinsel out of the cat's heinie, but it was balloons out of my genius dog's heinie. I must love this dog. She really is the dumbest dog I've ever had.
Posted by: OkieDokie | September 21, 2006 at 11:23 AM
Thanks, CH...I knew I could count of you to battle the evil earwigs!
Maybe it's a job for our TPShooter™ ???
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2006 at 11:24 AM
I think it's time for me to high tail it outta here.
Later, dudes and dudettes!
*cups family jewels with both hands and scampers off*
Posted by: Stevie W | September 21, 2006 at 11:26 AM
Memo to KDF and Punkin:
Soooooooooo sorry. :(
Thanks for your help!
*smoochies*
Posted by: Eleanor | September 21, 2006 at 11:27 AM
I'm thinking a flatbed full of outraged, howling bloglits, armed to the teeth with color-coordinated TPeashooters™, pulling up to his house, might be an appropriate response.
My God, that's a beautiful visual. *sniff*
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 11:29 AM
Talk about being a disappointed sports fan. Our local High School team has gone scoreless in three games so far, while giving up 136 points to opponents. That's what they get for pickin, purple and gold. NTTAWWT
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 21, 2006 at 11:29 AM
El, you do strain our love for you, ya really do. KDF, do you still have that finger handy?
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 21, 2006 at 11:31 AM
Wyo, my high school, in the 3 years I was a student there, played 30 football games, and won exactly 4 of them. And yes, I was at every single one of them. (Band geek)
Posted by: sthnbelle | September 21, 2006 at 11:34 AM