Sure, I’ll mock you potato-eatin, Wendy’s drive-thru suckin, can’t find a skillet hosefuckin hose fuckerers. Side dish, next to the grilled chicken marinaded in teriyaki sauce.. some sauteed squash and onions. Olive oil, salt (FUCK SALT!) and pepper. And love. Always with the love.
Yummy.
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I hate squash.
Also, firsties!
I fucking hate squash.
I had a 16oz ‘chuck-eye’ steak followed by greek yogurt and blueberries, chased with iced tea (unsweetened, of course).
Also, I like squash. I would eat this dish.
The girls will hug me because I ate squash.
And ignore you.
Deal with that shit.l
Girls like a boy who eats cheese.
I like squash grilled, but not any other way. Ditto zucchini.
This post reminds me that it’s time for dinner.
I’m getting hungry, but not for squash.
I’m gonna go eat some dinner.
Oh man that squash looks good! Wish I had some right now.
looks nummy don’t it?
olive oil.
s’right.
Fuckin’ dead up in this piece.
My mom used to make that DiT, only using velveta instead of oil
Add 3 beaten eggs, some milk, and enough cheese to choke a goat, bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes, and now we’re talkin’.
EAT YOUR GODDAMNED SQUASH BEFORE I CRAM IT DOWN YOUR MOUTHS
Do not want.
What do you think about squash, Jesus?
http://tinyurl.com/ljw6zp
I had boiled squash last night with a little grated parmesan melted on it in the oven after the boilin’ got through takin’ place. That was not the highlight of the evening though. The highlight was a 2″ thick ribeye cut pork chop grilled over mesquite. I foundered myself. Also we had some baby spinach leaves sauteed in olive oil with a dose of garlic powder. That was a first for me. Washed it down with a pretty good dose of Maker’s Mark and coke. Which wasn’t to bad either.
Correction: I think it was mozzarillo rather than parmesan. Maker’s Mark killed a few brain cells.
Try using fresh minced garlic instead of garlic powder in your sauteed spinach next time, pg. Even better.
Will keep that in mind although I wasn’t doing any of the cooking last night. We did put some fresh minced garlic in some guacamole earlier in the day if I remember correctly. But I’m not saying that I do.
good night all
see, no guy wants to eat a vegetable/
This is why we will all die prematurely. Because we are stubborn fucks, hanging on Bush’s “fuck that broccolo” thing.
He has a lot of doctors that we dont.
Squash sucks balls. Except bacon-wrapped …that’s good.
Nitey-nite soohoo.
broccolo, broccoli, same shit.
we die.
I eat plenty of veggies, Dave, but squash can eat a dick.
I eat a lot of vegetables, but I’m orthorexic.
That is why I drink Bloody Marys.
Vegetables and booze!
I don’t judge you Sean.
I don’t judge.
Fried squash is o.k. Of course, fried $RANDOM_FOOD is great, too.
I bought mushrooms today, they are vegetables….right?
*hands leon a BLT and a Ding Dong*
Oh! My jalapeno has 12 ripe ones, do fried cheese stuffed poppers count as veggies?
I was told there would be no squash.
Or math.
*thinks about it*
MOM!!!! I bin Obama’d to again!!!
Peppers are fruit, Vman.
BiW, are you still attached to your limbs after last evenings explosive festivities?
Squash is a fruit.
Oooooo….speaking of which, I forgot to take another look at the burned down attached garage I saw on my way to work. DIdn’t notice it yesterday and you can’t miss it, so it had to happen during last evening’s explosive festivities.
Squash is a verb.
My haberneros will be ripe in a few weeks, I wonder if I can stuff and fry them?
Peppers are fruit
hummmm…its all green to me.
Did I kill it?
Habaneros?
You should keep a fire extinguisher in the bathroom.
*hands leon a BLT and a Ding Dong*
*Pulls bacon out of BLT and eats it.*
*Feeds everything else to PJ’s goatses.*
Squash and peppers are, indeed, fruit, but are blessed with a thankful near-dearth of fructose.
Also, when handling habaneros, don’t take a leak without thoroughly washing your hands first.
I speak from (painful) experience.
seriously, what a bunch of fags.
I hate veggies more than I hate .. golf. A lot.
A little fried squash, gets this? From men?
Pussies.
I like squash cut into thick planks, oiled and thrown on the grill too.
Gets that roasty toasty sweetness to it.
Peppers too.
You can’t grill broccoli. Well, shouldn’t.
Also, when handling habaneros, don’t take a leak without thoroughly washing your hands first.
One word: gloves.
Onions & Taters. Taters & Onions.
That is all.
Wally’s looking a little broad across the beam.
http://tinyurl.com/39clk38
Instead of eating squash, you can just eat your boogers. It’s faster.
One word: gloves.
I wasn’t cooking.
I’m about as adverse to veggies as the next white man, but squash is pretty much tolerable as long as it stays under the once a week threshold. Zuchinni, spinach, okra, tomatos, and green beans also make semi regular visits to my plate. And if you haven’t eaten a Texas Ruby Red Grapefruit from the Rio Grande Valley, then you are running a sad deficit in your life experiences. I know….I know Grapefruits ain’t veggies. I’m just sayin.
I can eat anything fried.
…
ok not broccoli.
I rubbed my eye after cutting haberneros for my chili.
That hurt.
Butternut squash with butter and brown sugar is good too.
Corn and Peas are good veggies.
Broccoli is my favorite. It’s especially good sauteed in butter.
Nobody in my family likes squash. Must be genetic.
Scratching your scrotum after a session of jalopeno cutting and coring is not reccomended either. Not all heat in that area is pleasurable.
Also, never wash your junk with toothpaste.
>> Also, never wash your junk with toothpaste.
wait, how come?
I bought mushrooms today, they are vegetables….right?
No, a fungus is not a vegetable.
Also, anybody that likes broccoli, or cauliflower, is sick in the head. If it smells like a fart while you are cooking it, you should not eat it.
wait, how come?
If you aren’t willing to just trust me on it, you are welcome to empirically test it.
Please record for a very special poat on this blawg.
I don’t know how you cook broccoli, but I do not have that problem.
Mine smells like fried garlic 🙂
When we could garden without the Elk interfering, we would go out back, get a couple-three crook-neck squash, a Walla-Walla Sweet onion, and two Yukon Gold spuds. Bring ’em in, wash them, slice them into the skillet with olive-oil and salt. That was dinner!
It was great.
We were full , it was good, and (by GOD) we were regular!
Would that we could do that again…
Clearly, the Lutherans have ceded knowledge of cruciferous vegetables to the Catholics.
Which is fine by me, they can keep their infernal casseroles.
I have a Duncan grapefruit tree. For a white grapefruit it is not too bad. I give them to my mom and my aunt, I might eat 1 a year.
I love my pineapple oranges and my navel oranges. I lost my blood orange to drought this year, but my Meyers Lemon is producing.
LauraW,
We steam Broc, then cover it with butter, or buttery cheese-sauce. We eat it by its self as dinner.
>> Mine smells like fried garlic
really?
I might could eat that then.
It was great.
That’s just crazy talk right there.
You can’t have a normal meal that does not include dead, partially decomposed, and burned animal flesh.
I need to buy a lime tree and a key west lime tree.
When I get the $money
I make my broccoli alongside pan-fried beef. I just toss it in the pan next to my steak/burger and slice butter into it, then lid the pan for a few minutes.
I lost my blood orange to drought this year
Did it ever occur to you to invest in a hose?
I use broccoli in soup. And smothered in cheese. Mostly in soup. Cauliflower? emm with ranch dressing?
You can’t have a normal meal that does not include dead, partially decomposed, and burned animal flesh.
For once, Michael says something I agree with wholeheartedly. Imma frame this comment.
Hate squash and all squash related vegetable matter, along with any squash by-products.
Oh yeah.
Put way too much sliced garlic in olive oil, heat it for a minute, add your cut-up broc, saute for a few minutes. Black pepper, maybe some lemon juice to finish.
I give the dog the fibrous broccoli stems when I don’t feel like peeling and slicing them.
He loves them.
Oh, I friggin’ hate cauliflower, though. I don’t know why anyone bred the goodness and color out of broccoli and forced it into every store-built veggie tray. It’s always untouched at the end of the night.
I was late with the hose Michael. Saved the tree, lost the bloom.
My bad.
My mom always included meat in every meal.
I can eat a baked potato without bacon! Ick! and more for a meal. No meat required. However it is still requested.
crap.
I forgot the lemon juice.
Dammit.
He loves them.
Your dog loves broccoli? And you are telling me this to sell me on the vegetable?
Your dog also licks his ass.
I think you need a better argument.
I hate onions. I like squash.
Gavin: mom, do you know where tape is?
me: why?
Gavin: Cuz Garren needs tape.
Me: Why does Garren need tape?
Gavin: Because we’re going to lock the cat in the drawer
PJ, you’ve nearly scared me off of breeding.
It is named squash for a reason.
Your dog also licks his ass.
and eats cat poop, goat poop, rabbit poop, chicken poop and I’m sure if he had access, human poop
I just bought a kindel
Sorry Mrs Peel I looked at the Nook, but it lost to the DX. In a few days, weeks, months I might consider it. It is 3.7″ larger than the nook.
PJ, you’ve nearly scared me off of breeding
nearly?
Shall I continue?
Hey, Peej, look on the bright side. You’re not spending a lot of money on Purina Dog Chow.
GO.. tell more PJ.
Preach it.
Shall I continue?
How much do you hate my entire family, of whom I’m the only male with a non-zero chance of passing on the family name?
Hey, Peej, look on the bright side. You’re not spending a lot of money on Purina Dog Chow.
Oh heck yeah, it’s fantastic. Plus, we hardly have to clean out the kitty box.
leon, I’m just trying to be honest. Apparently cats and 4 year old are a bad combo. Who knew?
I’ll never forget changing Son Michael’s diaper when he was a newborn.
No sweat at first, while he was being breast fed. There was hardly any odor. Then we switched to formula. I was not prepared.
The first formula-based diaper change was a shock. The stench was amazing when I cracked that diaper open. I was hanging my head out of the nursery door, trying to get some fresh air and control the dry heaves, while keeping a hand in the nursery to prevent Son Michael from falling off the changing table.
After awhile, you just get used to it. Parents have iron stomachs.
Yeah, formula is pretty bad.
PJD had a hard time changing Madeleine’s diapers. It grossed him out to no end. The boys? No problem, but he didn’t like the thoroughness that was required with girls. I prolly got him to change a total of 3 poopies with her.
Calling it a night
Good night Hostages!
Yeah, that was funny when Cosby sold a million records about it.
Night Vmax!!
Oh did Cosby talk about girl diapers v boy diapers?
I have a friend who uses the word “babyshit” to dismiss anything of little consequense. I don’t know that he’s ever been around much babyshit. It is some strong stuff.
he didn’t like the thoroughness that was required with girls
Yeah, I was taught that by somebody when we had Daughter Michael. You gotta wipe girls right. It’s an adjustment for guys to do that.
Still, I prefer baby macaca to dog poop. I don’t know how dogs accomplish that kind of smell, I mean, since all they eat is dog food, right?
Oh yeah.
Who is this silly shit of a woman on this Toyota commercial. I swear, she’s like PJM on crack!
Who is this silly shit of a woman on this Toyota commercial. I swear, she’s like PJM on crack!
What Toyota commercial?
When we had two kids in diapers (they were just eighteen months apart) I was famous amongst my friends for the “dipstick test” to find out if a diaper needed changing. Meaning, just stick a finger in and observe the result.
I figured, if the finger comes up clean, all is well. If not, you were gonna have to wash your hands anyway before this was over.
Talk about smoking crack
I just want you all to know
In “Back to the Future”, Doc Brown sets the date on the car to 25 years into the future. Today is that day — July 5, 2010.
PJM – A new one. Some bint talking about how she has owned Toyotas since she was 16 – Yada-yada-yada. . .
hahahaha, Michael, that was always the worst for me. When I’d stick my finger in, not to do a dipstick test, but to pull the diaper away so I could peer inside and WHAM-O!! I’d get nailed because it had exploded up the backside. My favorite is when it gets under your fingernails. mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, Barack Hussein Obama
BARF!!!
In “Back to the Future”, Doc Brown sets the date on the car to 25 years into the future. Today is that day — July 5, 2010.
Thanks for making me feel old.
I’m gonna shop online for a walker, before Obamacare makes them unaffordable.
The one I can’t figger out is the Progressive Ins chick. I’m on some website here recently and a bunch of dudes are poating about how they’d like to nail her. I’d rather run my fingernails along a dusty chalkboard for an hour than be in a room with that one. I’d drag my teeth along ten yards of curb before I’d hit that shit.
I’m gonna shop online for a walker, before Obamacare makes them unaffordable.
Go for the HoveRound and skip the intermediate step!
PJM – A new one. Some bint talking about how she has owned Toyotas since she was 16 – Yada-yada-yada. . .
http://www.youtube.com/user/ToyotaUSA#p/c/25359A30EDFF5997
If that her, you’re retarded. She’s cute and I’m a WAAAAAAY bigger spaz than her. I would be her on crack.
Hey C3PO, check your inbox.
PG, I’d sooner nail Erin E-surance.
Also, for leon, never, ever pretend to eat your kids fingers if you haven’t inspected them first.
I’ve eaten one of my children’s boogers.
Also, for leon, never, ever pretend to eat your kids fingers if you haven’t inspected them first.
I’m not sure why I’d do that in the first place.
Huh. I went looking for Toyota ads and actually found something rather touching, here.
I’m not sure why I’d do that in the first place.
That’s because you don’t have kids yet. When you have them, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
DPUD – YOU check YOUR inbox!
Huh. I went looking for Toyota ads and actually found something rather touching, here.
That’s the one I saw too Michael. It made me cry. She’s cute and sweet and if MCPO thinks she’s like me, well then I’m flattered.
PJM – Not Erica!
PJM – Not Erica!
damn it
Seriously, kids totally recalibrate your gross-out meter.
Especially when they start teething. Something is oozing out of every orifice on that little sewage emitter 24/7.
If people actually knew, in advance, what kids were like when they are teething, our species would be extinct.
If people actually knew, in advance, what kids were like when they are teething, our species would be extinct.
Yeah, they’re whiny and cranky and pretty much all out miserable. And then they bite you because their teeth hurt.
Yeah, they’re whiny and cranky and pretty much all out miserable. And then they bite you because their teeth hurt.
Don’t miss a teething baby!
Well, I don’t actually want children. I want grandchildren. Children are just a means to an end.
awwwwwwwww, I’m melting. Then the do this when they’re teething and you forget how annoying they are
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8sHGs1ODss
I’m not sure why I’d do that in the first place.
See, that’s the fun part about kids. They are so frickin’ stupid.
You can pretend to bite their finger off, and just bend it over, and THEY BUY IT!!!
Hahahahahaha!!! Good times.
For the record, neither one of my children is a junkie or prisoner.
In case you were wondering.
DPUD is stalking me!!!
For the record, neither one of my children is a junkie or prisoner.
HAHAHAHA!
DPUD is stalking me!!!
I think it’s cute.
Well, I don’t actually want children. I want grandchildren. Children are just a means to an end.
That’s been my agenda as well. I figure grand parenting is the most fun job on the planet.
Unfortunately, my kids are not cooperating. They have both recently been through painful breakups with Significant Others.
They seem not to realize that their purpose in life is to breed for my benefit.
Hey, kids, I PAID FOR COLLEGE!!!
Get busy.
kids totally recalibrate your gross-out meter.
We took our 9-month old son to the Virginia Tech sci-fi convention. We were happy to be around all our college friends, but they were SO grossed out at our son teething.
Friend: Can you wipe that off his face? (shudder of revulsion)
Roamy: It’s just drool.
HAHAHA! I remember I once dropped the baby off with the babysitter and when I got into work my Chief asked me if I was planning on wearing that diaper over my shoulder all day!
Friend: Can you wipe that off his face? (shudder of revulsion)
Roamy: It’s just drool.
hahaha, ain’t nuthin you can do about drool
I got into work my Chief asked me if I was planning on wearing that diaper over my shoulder all day!
Little did he know it had nothing to do your child, but with your naughty little obsession.
“Well, there are all manner of lesser imps and demons, Pete, but the great Satan hisself is red and scaly with a bifurcated tail, and he carries a hay fork. “
PJM – I didn’t want drool all over me, you nincompoop!
“Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don’t intend to dignify with comment. But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field or… hell! Take at look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope.”
For the record, neither one of my children is a junkie or prisoner.
In case you were wondering.
I’m talking to a guy the other day who has done some body work for me in the past about taking some dents out of my pickup. He paints, coats, and sandblasts oilfield equpt for a living but does a pretty damned good job of straightening out sheet iron on automobiles and painting it back up to spec, on the side. He works for about half of what the professional shops charge. Anyways, we’re making small talk while he’s mentally coming up with a ballpark figure for fixing my pickup, and he laments the fact that his 19 y/o daughter is still living under his roof and eating his groceries. Then he says, “But at least she’s not smoking crack or knocked up. So I guess she’s doing alright.” I thought, ‘Damn Butch, let’s set that bar a little bit lower, why don’t we?”. Course I didn’t say nuthin, cause I need him to fix my pickup.
Oh and he ballparked me $1500.
Take at look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope.
You two are dumber than a bag of hammers.
Damn! We’re in a tight spot!
I got into work my Chief asked me if I was planning on wearing that diaper over my shoulder all day!
My son, when he was three or so, patted me on the back, and I thought, aw, how sweet. The little imp put a Chiquita banana sticker on my back, and it was a couple of hours before one of my co-workers asked me if I knew I was wearing a sticker.
“I am the only daddy you got! I’m the damn paterfamilias!”
” But you ain’t bona fide!”
Goodnight crapweasels and hawt chicks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dY5v9tt62IY
It’s just drool.
Drool, snot, diarrhea, and diaper rash, all at the same time, and the little bugger has the audacity to act cranky with me, the person cleaning up.
In a sane society, teething children would be shot in the head and fed to the dogs.
I don’t understand what is wrong with us, that we put up with them.
In a sane society, teething children would be shot in the head and fed to the dogs.
Huh? Bite yer tongue mister.
I don’t understand what is wrong with us, that we put up with them.
My daughter drooled so bad, she drooled a couple of raw spots onto her tender baby skin.
And the poops and drools…….I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Those things were nothing compared to the overall joy of having a baby around.
Now the pukes…I had a hard time with once they hit about 5. By then they should know if they feel nauseous, hang out by or move quickly to the toilet. My kids would just lay there and erupt like a volcano. Not only do you have to clean them up, but you’d have to do the whole bed change. Mostly because Mr. Beasn trained them that he would come running and carry them under the pits to the bathroom….leaving a trail.
Also, why do babies figure that the tie you are going to wear to work is the right thing to grab in order to deposit their snot and drool?
Huh?
Look, you little piece of shit, that tie is silk. It has to be dry cleaned to get rid of your obnoxious discharges. Listen to me, Daughter Michael, YOU DON’T PAY RENT!!!!
A four week old baby boy can hit you with their pee from about ten feet…
I loved the two finger eye watering nostril pull.
This is pretty funny — http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/10506482.stm
I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Those things were nothing compared to the overall joy of having a baby around.
See, Beasn, people like you are the problem. You are perpetuating the continuation of the human species, and thus contributing to Anthropogenic Global Warming™.
Human babies should be played with and enjoyed for about 14 months, before they start teething. Then they should be shot in the head and fed to the dogs.
And when you want to change a baby boy’s diaper, you have to pin him down with your feet on his shoulders*, and move quick. Little dude escapes sans diaper, which he always attempts, you could be in for some kind of trouble.
* we did not have a changing table…most changes happened on the floor
LEON, remember this –
THEY CAN’T FALL OFF THE FLOOR. Usually.
*tackles Michael and kicks his ass*
*calls all teething babies and sends them to Michael’s house*
*wipes nose on Michael’s tie*
thank yew, damn thing has been running since I grabbed more hay for the pigs
I recently posted pics of my babies on facechimp. Hard to look at ’cause they haven’t yet sucked all the color out of my hair.
*lays poat down, lifts it’s legs, and hoses it’s ass down*
*powders it’s hiney and replaces sewage filled diaper*
*kisses it’s forehead, inserts bottle filled with Valu-rite, gives it blankie*
*leaves to take a shower*
I was gone for a while. Did everyone stop discussing the pros and cons of squash?
I recently posted pics of my babies on facechimp.
OK, I went to Facechimp and looked.
Now I feel kinda awkward about teasing you on the subject of children. Please forgive me.
Raising retarded children must have been hard for you, and you have my respect and admiration for doing so.
Raising retarded children must have been hard for you, and you have my respect and admiration for doing so.
*hides in corner
*puts pillow on head
*waits for beasn to read Michael’s comment
Now the pukes…I had a hard time with once they hit about 5. By then they should know if they feel nauseous, hang out by or move quickly to the toilet. My kids would just lay there and erupt like a volcano. Not only do you have to clean them up, but you’d have to do the whole bed change. Mostly because Mr. Beasn trained them that he would come running and carry them under the pits to the bathroom….leaving a trail.
I can’t blame mr. beasn for that. My kids would do the same thing. They just don’t have the energy to up and run to the toilet.
I was gone for a while. Did everyone stop discussing the pros and cons of squash?
Squash? What’s squash?
* pulls batman’s poon up over his head *
Ya know, retarded children are not that much harder to raise than non-retarded children.
Check out the wedding picture.
Squash is a game that’s like tennis, only more pointless, if that’s even possible.
I was gone for a while. Did everyone stop discussing the pros and cons of squash?
Yup, we finished the squash topic. The overwhelming consensus was that squash eaters are homos.
pjm, when we were kids, if we tried that with our parents, our asses would have been kicked. If we felt sick, we camped outside the bathroom door.
*oh, and I was going to be a bit more harsh with Mr. Luthern doctrine, but I’m gonna step out of the way and let the Big Guy toss a bolt of lightening at him*
pjm, when we were kids, if we tried that with our parents, our asses would have been kicked. If we felt sick, we camped outside the bathroom door
at 5? Your parents were bullies. I can’t even imagine my kids doing that. However, when they’re sick enough to puke, they’re lethargic and barely conscious and most likely puking in their sleep. I always have to make sure they don’t choke. It’s scary.
Now, if Graham or Madeleine did it, it’d be a different story. They’d have to seriously have something bad going on for them not to be able to make it to the bathroom.
*oh, and I was going to be a bit more harsh with Mr. Luthern doctrine, but I’m gonna step out of the way and let the Big Guy toss a bolt of lightening at him*
Aw. I love you too.
The overwhelming consensus was that squash eaters are homos.
Slander!
I’ve been acquainted with several homos, none of whom would eat the horror that is squash.
Your parents were bullies.
Yep.
I always have to make sure they don’t choke. It’s scary.
One time, my son slept in my daughter’s room and he puked all over her. He was put back in his room and she was the one that had a middle of the night bath. He as the worse of the two as far as puking in his sleep.
When he was around 9 or 10, I walked by his room and smelled something loud. He blew out the other end and didn’t crack an eye. He was half asleep as I gave him simple instructions on clean-up outside the bathroom door.
I hosed the sheets down and pitched his undergarments. Good thing he has outgrown it.
I see that I haven’t missed much.
Nope.
Do you guys hear a buzzing sound?
Do you guys hear a buzzing sound?
Perhaps you left your vibrator running in the nightstand again.
No, not buzzing, more like a shrill whine
When he was around 9 or 10, I walked by his room and smelled something loud. He blew out the other end and didn’t crack an eye. He was half asleep as I gave him simple instructions on clean-up outside the bathroom door
hahaha
gag
I remember being about 10 and home alone sick as a dog and I got up and tried to run to the bathroom, somehow I fell and yacked all over the carpet. I just laid there and passed out till my parents got home.
Slander!
I’ve been acquainted with several homos, none of whom would eat the horror that is squash.
Dave spoke in favor of squash.
I rest my case.
No, not buzzing, more like a shrill whine
I have been called a lot of things, but never “shrill.”
I have been called a lot of things, but never “shrill.”
*kicks wiserbud in the nuts
*kicks wiserbud in the nuts
missed.
I remember being about 10 and home alone sick as a dog and I got up and tried to run to the bathroom, somehow I fell and yacked all over the carpet. I just laid there and passed out till my parents got home.
The same thing happened to me, except I died.
BRRRRAAAAIIIIINS!!!!
okay, maybe not shrill…that is just my tinnitus.
missed.
You’re right. Where you bean?
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,BRRRRAAAAIIIIINS!!!!………….
Well shit, sean, you’re on the wrong blog if that’s what you’re wanting.
The same thing happened to me, except I died.
and then what happened?
I remember being about 10 and home alone sick as a dog and I got up and tried to run to the bathroom, somehow I fell and yacked all over the carpet. I just laid there and passed out till my parents got home.
So, you should not be 10 years old, sick, and home alone.
Imma gonna hug you in CT.
I have been called a lot of things, but never “shrill.”
Care to list them?
You’re right. Where you bean?
in-laws. Yet another wondeful weekend with the family. Worked all day Saturday preparing for a party fro about 100 people, worked all day Sunday at the party, then worked all day today cleaning up after the party.
It’s amazing that I seem to be the only son or son-in-law who is capable of setting up tables and chairs, using a BBQ grill or cleaning up afterwards.
Care to list them?
Handsome.
Sexy.
Incredibly funny.
Intelligent.
Friendly.
Warm.
Caring.
Shall I go on?
Worked all day Saturday preparing for a party fro
A party fro is tough for a white dude to achieve, but all the effort is worth it in the end.
Imma gonna hug you in CT.
Don’t you threaten me!!
A party fro is tough for a white dude to achieve, but all the effort is worth it in the end.
hahahahaha
that just got my funny bone
A party fro is tough for a white dude to achieve,
You should have seen me in college.
Handsome.
Sexy.
Incredibly funny.
Intelligent.
Friendly.
Warm.
Caring.
Shall I go on?
Yo momma’s list don’t count, fro-yo
Yo momma’s list don’t count
My mother is an incredibly astute and observant woman.
My mother is an incredibly astute and observant woman.
Well, she was, before she died a horribly painful death.
The only thing I have to remember her by is that list.
Thank you for insulting the one happy memory I have left of her.
Just got off the phone with Ember. She needs good vibes for getting the new house squared away and finalized tomorrow, so send some happy thoughts Nevada-wise.
The sky is falling! The sky is fallling!
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2010/7/4/881431/-Why-liberals-should-love-the-Second-Amendment
The only thing I have to remember her by is that list.
Thank you for insulting the one happy memory I have left of her.
*tastes blood from biting tongue*
hahaha, I love wiserbud
Not feeling so hot today.
Good night all.
Sweet dreams, peej. I swiped your Kos link for a poast at dpud.