Once again, I am poring over last weeks comments and giggling. You folks need to click over from your readers.
Zoe cuts to the chase:
well, he is your son.
My Life as Momma chimes in:
I loved telling my parents all the stuff I got away with. Of course they laughed and said that actually they knew all along. So I said to them, “What kind of parents are you letting your 16year old daughter go out and drink with a bunch of 18 year old boys? DID YOU WANT a grandbaby or something?” Totally shut them up.
From The Art of the Kamikaze Visit
Two words: Potato Wine. Three more words: I’m coming over. Seven more words: Don’t worry about putting on a bra.
Oh, I smell shenanigans going on over there! Wine and shenanigans, I tell you. Now, how do I get there?
From Freedom’s Just Another Word:
Most Americans would vehemently disagree with you, but I’m not one of them. Why would they disagree? Because they’ve been programmed not to look any further than the little antenna flag bouncing on the front of their minivan on their way to Wal-Mart. Little batteries to feed the machine.
From: Today Was Boobie Sandwich Day
I have this funny ass image of boobies being squished together and bread on top. Oh and nice little ball bearing hangin off. Sounds like a weird porno. Hope your cyst is okay.
Lou Ce El (pronunciation is important) consoles:
Not exactly what I was anticipating when today was announced as ‘boobie sandwich day’. However, the disappointment is worth it if it means we’ve found out that yout tits are okay. BTW, they’re okay with me. And if the process has proven painful, I can kiss ‘em and make ‘em better. MWAH! (left side) MWAH! (right side) MWAH!(back to the left side – I’m left handed) MWAH! (back to the right side – gotta make ‘em even) There. All better now. Now for the nipple licking ….. nom, nom, nom ….
That Lceel will do anything for a peep, upon saying that a boobie sandwich would go doon a treat though I think its called motor boating when you put yer face inbetween and go flubalubalubalub.
I would like to thank ‘not now Lceel I’m making a speech’ all those who have made my win of this my third ‘ what is it Lceel I already paid you back that money?’ peep the most incredi ‘ what? I didn’t win?’ crap I’ll save my speech for next week I suppose and why isn’t it called the Knudsen Peep award? have I changed? ach you’d all just say no anyway yer just after me fame and money, leeches the lot of you I’m off to rehab………. again.
And the winner is Teeni! Just in time, Teeni, to decorate your new blog!
