THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon
THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Specificity
2. Anti-constitutionalistically
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
4. Transubstantiate
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. No thanks, I'm married.
2. Nope, no more booze for me!
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. No thanks, I'm not hungry.
5. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
6. Oh, I couldn't! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke.
7. I'm not interested in fighting you.
8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no coordination. I'd hate to look like a fool!
9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee on the side of the road.
10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning.
(Source: From a friend via email.)
Welcome 2010
Friday, January 01, 2010
Well, Happy friggin’ New Year, people!
It’s been so long since I abandoned this little blog o’ mine. I had no intentions of staying away for so long and for that I apologize. I truly did miss reading and laughing with all of you. How the hell have you all been?
Me? Same ol’ same ol’ rigmarole. Doubt I need to go into any details but the bail was posted promptly. (I jest!) The two Cinnamon Buns are well. Cinna-Girl turned ten last week and feels hitting double digits gives her some sort of special benefits or something. Cinna-Boy has been writing and drawing up a storm! I’m actually jealous my ideas don’t flow as freely and creatively as his. The latest is a short little farce called “Butt and Fart” and starts off: On a bright morning Butt woke up. It ends with Butt and Fart having breakfast. Goodness! He’s a week shy of his seventh birthday and already at the start of a successful writing career. Butt and Fart? A “bright” morning, eh? Both keep me young and on my toes.
Hubster? He’s still walking around cocksure. (giggle) We hit 13 years in early December and we’re still pushing on till we’re old, gray and helping the other clean food chunks out of dentures. Surely you'd find me shaking a bony, rickety ass his way trying to keep the flames alive despite all the cobwebs “downstairs.”
Not so sure what I’ll be doing with myself around these parts. A refresh? An end?
Le’ sigh…
Most importantly, Happy New Year to you and yours!!
2010, please be gentle with us. 2009 was a bit rough.
It’s been so long since I abandoned this little blog o’ mine. I had no intentions of staying away for so long and for that I apologize. I truly did miss reading and laughing with all of you. How the hell have you all been?
Me? Same ol’ same ol’ rigmarole. Doubt I need to go into any details but the bail was posted promptly. (I jest!) The two Cinnamon Buns are well. Cinna-Girl turned ten last week and feels hitting double digits gives her some sort of special benefits or something. Cinna-Boy has been writing and drawing up a storm! I’m actually jealous my ideas don’t flow as freely and creatively as his. The latest is a short little farce called “Butt and Fart” and starts off: On a bright morning Butt woke up. It ends with Butt and Fart having breakfast. Goodness! He’s a week shy of his seventh birthday and already at the start of a successful writing career. Butt and Fart? A “bright” morning, eh? Both keep me young and on my toes.
Hubster? He’s still walking around cocksure. (giggle) We hit 13 years in early December and we’re still pushing on till we’re old, gray and helping the other clean food chunks out of dentures. Surely you'd find me shaking a bony, rickety ass his way trying to keep the flames alive despite all the cobwebs “downstairs.”
Not so sure what I’ll be doing with myself around these parts. A refresh? An end?
Le’ sigh…
~*~
Most importantly, Happy New Year to you and yours!!
2010, please be gentle with us. 2009 was a bit rough.
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