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Visions of Rudolf? It's all in your head...
Posted by: Steve Haller | December 23, 2010 at 11:39 AM
Well I might go for some magic mushrooms if it would make things here less dreary but I am not and will not try the drink mentioned at the end of the article. Yuk. and I say again in Capital letters YUK
Posted by: oldfatguy | December 23, 2010 at 11:48 AM
Donner: Say, Rudolf, man, you're nose, it's like glowing. Seriously, dude.....
Rudolf: Quit goofing, man. Take a break from the 'shrooms, OK?
Donner: Wow. OK. That was weird ..... anyone else hearing jingling bells?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2010 at 11:52 AM
Nothing says Christmas like Reindeer piss
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | December 23, 2010 at 11:58 AM
I think it goes without saying that "Agaric Fungi" W... well, go without saying...
Posted by: frodolives | December 23, 2010 at 12:06 PM
Our cat's nickname is "Shrooms" -- a point that needs a lot of explaining that starts with the cat having a peace sign in its fur
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | December 23, 2010 at 12:13 PM
So Cheech and Chong were right...
Posted by: wiredog | December 23, 2010 at 12:18 PM
santa's not here, man...
Posted by: insomniac | December 23, 2010 at 12:20 PM
WOW! SO THAT'S WHY THEY FREEZE WHEN HEADLIGHTS HIT THEM...
They are so stoned they think they are transported to
another dimension...
okay, where can I get some, without the piss? (LOL)
Posted by: funny man | December 23, 2010 at 12:26 PM
No dude, first you get stoned, then you drink the reindeer urine, OK?
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | December 23, 2010 at 12:33 PM
And yes, Reindeer Urine WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | December 23, 2010 at 12:34 PM
Seriously, bad'shrooms can kill.
I also miss the traditional Shooting in the Thigh
that Jack gave. Nothing quite matches the greeting that a bullet from Bauer gives!
Posted by: funny man | December 23, 2010 at 12:36 PM
"Mom, how do the reindeer fly?"
Let me get this straight - Santa lives underground at the North Pole so he can avoid the NARCS and grow 'shrooms for his fly deer?
Maybe Jerry Garcia really was Santa.
OT (mostly)/ Merry, merry, everyone. /OT
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 23, 2010 at 01:21 PM
Who gets ticketed for the DUI, Santa or the reindeer?
Posted by: maimzini | December 23, 2010 at 01:31 PM
A raindeer license generally ends very badly for a raindeer.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | December 23, 2010 at 01:32 PM
inserts e to replace a
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | December 23, 2010 at 01:33 PM
"Dasher's not here, maaaaaan . . ."
Posted by: MartiniShark | December 23, 2010 at 02:55 PM
Nice insights, Annie ... tnx for that ...
When Son #1 wuz in HS, the other kids used to call him Mushroom, becuz he wuz such a fun guy ... (IANMTU!)
Posted by: O the U(manity) | December 23, 2010 at 02:57 PM
It may taste better with vodka.
Red squirrels also eat it regularly, but it's hard to tell afterwards whether they're tripping or just normally deranged.
Posted by: Ralph | December 23, 2010 at 03:31 PM
Annie, pretty good article. I never knew they made bikerdude guinea pig leashes.
Posted by: Elon | December 23, 2010 at 04:21 PM
You know what's next.
Posted by: Loudmouth | December 23, 2010 at 04:46 PM
♪ We won't go until we get some
We won't go until we get some ...♫
Hey, bloglits, Annie could use a few hits. (Her link. I'm talkin' about her link!)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2010 at 05:17 PM
So, how exactly does one collect reindeer urine? Not that I really want to know...
Posted by: Coconuts | December 23, 2010 at 05:17 PM
Coconuts, I expect they follow it around with a bucket or pan and hope it happens soon.
Posted by: pogo | December 23, 2010 at 05:35 PM
It takes big bucks.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 23, 2010 at 05:39 PM
I read Annie's piece. Nice job. Where would you walk a Guinea pig? And why?
Posted by: pogo | December 23, 2010 at 06:18 PM
....and a zip lock bag and duct tape.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 23, 2010 at 06:19 PM
Pogo, any where he wanted.
Thanks, guys. He and his bike were extras on "Sons of Anarchy." ISIANMTU. Very nice guy, but don't laugh when you see him walking his pet.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 23, 2010 at 06:36 PM
Note to self: never get so down and out that I have to take a job herding reindeer.
Posted by: Wingnut | December 23, 2010 at 06:58 PM
Annie, that was an excellent article. Well-written, poignant and enjoyable to read.
At some point you may wish to ask his Daveness about the proper care necessary for a Pulitzer...keep this up and you may need the advice.
Posted by: Afkat | December 23, 2010 at 07:24 PM
I know how it is. I left Florida this morning and wound up on my wife's farm in Kentucky with 2 inches of snow under at least an inch of ice. It's freezing and I would love for this experience to be altered.
Oh, and everybody on the Interstate is an idiot, except me.
Posted by: Steve | December 23, 2010 at 08:06 PM
Steve, your comment about everybody on the interstate reminded me on an old George Carlin joke. He once said, "Have you ever noticed that when any one is driving faster than you they are a maniac. If they're driving slower than you they are an idiot. If they're driving the same speed as you they are suspicious". I agree with every word of that.
Great article, Annie! Congratulations! All I've done today is bake. Swedish cookies, brownies, Red Velvet Cake, pumpkin bread with cream cheese icing, sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macaroni and cheese. My entire family is getting together for Christmas Eve and I'm the designated baker and macaroni maker. btw, I do not use mixes for any of this. I'm exhausted. Merry Christmas Eve Eve everybody!
Posted by: nursecindy | December 23, 2010 at 11:52 PM
Nice information, thanks for this, and Miley Cyrus is Christian.. doesn't that explain a lot?
Posted by: Whey Protein Benefits | December 24, 2010 at 06:48 AM
Cindy,
I had heard that Carlin joke and howled. Because those are the exact terms I use.
I'm in the middle of cooking, properly, a country ham for a dinner that has been moved up 24 hours due to the weather forecast.
Nice to know I'm not the only one in the kitchen.
Merry Christmas to all my Christian friends.
BTW, I walked OVER the snow to get to the car this morning. Too much ice to break through to the ground.
(I have to drive to the front gate to pick up the paper. Isn't that a bummer? But it's almost a third of a mile, one way. And I'm a wuss.)
Posted by: Steve | December 24, 2010 at 09:23 AM
Finally, time to go Christmas shopping.
Posted by: Loudmouth | December 24, 2010 at 09:47 AM
Merry Christmas Eve, everybody!!! Just my husband, mom and brother this year. No cooking or baking, I miss it but our house isn't accessible for my mom. We'll be cooking a nice meal tomorrow at my brothers.
Peace.
Posted by: Tash, startin on the nog | December 24, 2010 at 10:24 AM
Steve, if they actually deliver a paper somewhere in the vicinity of your driveway, you're not truly in the country. We had to drive 10 miles into town for the paper, through the snow, uphill both ways, and by golly, we were thankful for that.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | December 24, 2010 at 12:41 PM
Annie, it's only a driveway in the loosest sense of gravel. It goes down the hill to the culvert, then up past a family cemetery with graves 150 years old. Then up to a plateau, across a field to the cattle gate. The gate is 1.7 miles down a country lane from the nearest crossroads-a "town" of maybe 200 people.
Right now, it's a skating rink. I don't seem to be having the trouble my wife and her family are but I lived in Michigan one winter and have been immune to driving on snow ever since.
Yes, that's bragging, and I will undoubtably pay for it later.
Call the tractor.
Posted by: Steve | December 24, 2010 at 03:04 PM