: O n Satuday morning ,somewhere between the grocery, the vet and a pair of jacks, a strange but hauntingly familiar sound echoed through the house . MAHNA MAHNA . My jaw hit the floor. Who could be so cunning , so brave , so ruthless as to request this song in broad daylight ? on a saturday no less. As i eased my curser down the screen in a vain attempt to identify the " muppeteer " I saw but 2 names on the screen. Mine was one of them, the other was :on line guest-1 . Hmm... as I leaned back in my chair , on line guest . It was time for a camel and a cup of joe. Was it ( i pondered ) someone trying to cheer up a sad circus clown ? No , the clown would have commited suicide by now i reasoned. My thoughts turned to an inside job . Was this an elaborate practical joke by one member against another ? No , and no again. People That mean dont know what a muppet is and probably dont listen to the radio. Then it hit me , like a ton of bricks , only heavyier . I ( for a brief time ) could not see the forrest for the trees !! He (and I say " he " because the " muppeteer " is a man) is a 55 year old fat baldheaded guy from Cedar Rapids Iowa and he's telling his wife that he found that " lost " bottle of blue pills, again..
jstdve...do we need to take the bottle of blue pills away again? Or have you just been watching too many re-runs of Sledgehammer??
In any case I found the Gold Monkey under the big oak tree in the Red River Canyon just where you left it....or was it palm trees in the shape of a big W??
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Sometimes, when i'm lonely... i crawl into a laundry basket and tickle my ears. But, Some times I don't...
Ouch!! That one hurt...haven't actually been called a dork since grade school. Thanks for stirring up the bad memories. I'm going to my corner to curl up in a ball now.
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Sometimes, when i'm lonely... i crawl into a laundry basket and tickle my ears. But, Some times I don't...
Oh little kitty come out of the corner. Sweetie, I meant that in an adoring way. I'm just frustrated that I don't get the whole thing, but I really don't think you do either. Yah, yah,...
Not a clue what Dave is saying, but being an old sci-fi/comic book geek I do recognize the distict pattern of "inside joke" jargon. I think it is something we had better leave to Dave & Sparky. Not a road we want to travel down.....without hip waders.
Sparkle- You really had me going. I 'm sorry that you had to give up your little game, but what the heck is this guy talking about??? I also tried to humor him w/ the camels.
Rap- Love cats is on now - for spark!!
Dave- Where are you and what is this thread about for us literary boobs?
sigh ,last week some members were talking about dumb songs that keep getting requested . one of them was (sigh ) mahna mahna . i thought id have a little fun . the little smiley face was supposed to tell you that , but apparently it failed in its mission (sigh ).now ill break it down . it was saturday , i had been to the grocery , the vet ( with my ferrets ) ( see earlier post) and i was playing cards (see earlier post) and someone did request the muppet song. the little blue pills are viagra , now the grande finale, notice how the word lost is in quatetation marks and the sentence ends with the word again ? now close your eyes and think about it. p.s. that thud you just heard was my head hitting my desk
I followed you with the song, but I've never had any experience with the little blue pills (and from the way Star looks, I doubt she has, either), so I was lost on the pills. I was quite amused by your creativity and was going to reply. Alas, I couldn't think of anything witty and clever to say.
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I'm waiting for the part when the sultry blond enters the door way, backlit by the sun, sillouetted through the cigarette smoke. Looking for a guy named Marlowe and mumbling something about a Maltese Falcon just before fainting into the arms of our hero.
Oh, I could so get in trouble here. Don't forget that I write romance novels. I'm gonna pass this one up, though. Maybe if I get a chance at home. Don't want the IT guy to see what I write.
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Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them you will be a mile away and have their shoes.
All right, hot shots! You like your secret codes? Then answer this!
If a chicken and a half can lay an egg and a half in a day and a half, then how long would it take a monkey with a wooden leg to kick all the seeds out of a dill pickle?
Bet you don't know THAT one!
Hey, listen. My posts will be way down today, I actually have WORK to do! WOO HOO!
Totally geeky, and I'm taking my girls to see it soon. They're tired of me always saying, "Life, don't talk to me about life." They want to see where it comes from.
It's pretty good. There are some things in it that I don't remember form the book, but it's been so long since I last read it that I'm having a problem remembering what was in which book!
They saw her enter the room through a hazy screen of cigarette smoke, like an exotic temptress emerging from the mist of their imagination. Her vivid violet eyes surveyed the room and all of the inhabitants. Her full, red lips let them know exactly what she thought of them. She licked her lips and with a sultry smirk, she crossed the room, her long, curly blonde mane tickling at her waist. Her eyes rested on one man. The man with the camel. The look in her eyes was predatory. She was the hunter and he was the hunted. Never had anyone been so willing. Her hands smoothed their way up his thighs as she leaned close and whispered huskily in his ear, "My, what big...ears you have."
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Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them you will be a mile away and have their shoes.
Hey, that's an idea for a thread, why don't we have a running story? Each person contributes a portion to the story, so it's constantly switching viewpoints and genres. The thing is, I don't want to start it...
: O n Satuday morning ,somewhere between the grocery, the vet and a pair of jacks, a strange but hauntingly familiar sound echoed through the house . MAHNA MAHNA . My jaw hit the floor. Who could be so cunning , so brave , so ruthless as to request this song in broad daylight ? on a saturday no less. As i eased my curser down the screen in a vain attempt to identify the " muppeteer " I saw but 2 names on the screen. Mine was one of them, the other was :on line guest-1 . Hmm... as I leaned back in my chair , on line guest . It was time for a camel and a cup of joe. Was it ( i pondered ) someone trying to cheer up a sad circus clown ? No , the clown would have commited suicide by now i reasoned. My thoughts turned to an inside job . Was this an elaborate practical joke by one member against another ? No , and no again. People That mean dont know what a muppet is and probably dont listen to the radio. Then it hit me , like a ton of bricks , only heavyier . I ( for a brief time ) could not see the forrest for the trees !! He (and I say " he " because the " muppeteer " is a man) is a 55 year old fat baldheaded guy from Cedar Rapids Iowa and he's telling his wife that he found that " lost " bottle of blue pills, again..
That one hurt...haven't actually been called a dork since grade school. Thanks for stirring up the bad memories. I'm going to my corner to curl up in a ball now.
