It was a cold Easter, so cold that it felt more like Christmas than Easter -- especially since some snowflakes were seen hither and yon. It actually was warmer at Christmas. Not that a little cold prevented getting together with family yesterday and eating too much.
As it gradually warms back up this week, maybe Spring will be here -- finally -- to stay. Y'all stay tuned to hear me bitch and moan about the heat in a few weeks.
What does the world owe you? The short answer is, nothing. I don't believe the world owes us a thing. I think it's up to us as human beings to be savvy enough to take from it what we need and make something out of it. The bottom line is, it's up to us to either make it or not. Do you disagree with me? If so, why?
Twisted Linguistics twisted and mangled these Words Gone Wild today.
extrodinaire - If ex = from and trod = walked upon, then the loose translation must be something along the lines of "from walking in the air."
a wedidng - That's just another of Jed Clampett's expressions, like "Whee doggies!"
ressurection - A sure Viagra result, redux.
Surprizingly - The state of happiness one feels at winning an extra prize.
I get board - He understands the forum.
Thump. . . thump. . . thump. . .
This is the sound of the helicopter starting up. I look forward to ripping you a new one!
Dear AssEx Bob,
Oh! Oh! You've done it now! You dare to threaten me with Wee Billy and the TinkerToy helicopter? He'll rip me a new one? Really?!! Not if my Precious gets to him first, he won't. We will just see who can claw and rip and bite the best. My money (NOT from you!) says Billy's too old and fat and slow. Hell, I could probably take him without any help from Precious.
Watch your e-mail. I'll be sending you another love note in about five minutes.
Dear Bad Biter:
Big Bill has already left in the helicopter with his armed guards in tow. They will not hesitate to dispense with your bobcat. I'm betting you don't have a license to own a wild animal anyway!
By the way, Janitor boy may not work out. If you're still interested in that job, give me a call. The requirements do include scamming and spamming so I hope you're a quick study!
Bitsy the Loser
P. S. Just don't tell Betty!
Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. These babies have steel toes. Bring it on! He touches one hair on my bobcat's head, he'll have several bodily openings what he didn't have before. He's just jealous because my kitty cat has hair and he don't. He just ain't a resonable man, are he? Do he like chicken? I can make him a good deal on one.
I wouldn't work for you if the fate of the Western world depended on it. Besides, I cain't call you; y'all never answer the phone. But what does Janitor Boy look like? Maybe I could put him to work.
Too late! I already e-mailed Betty-Boop. Unfortunately, she told me the job would fit me like a glove and now she won't leave me alone.
Clearly, I am VERY stupid to have ever gotten mixed up with you people in the first place. I'se smart enuff to refuse to except mail from strange people though. How do I know their weren't spiders or arthraxx or sumpin in that envelop? Duh. I would apricote it if you would stop insulting me. Do you know who I am? I am a publicationed arthur! YOU are just the AssHat e-mail girl -- with a identify complex scents your calling youself Betsy-Wetsy today -- with a headset glued to your head. I bet you don't even get jiggy.
Badly Needing Some $2 Wine
Oh, he's bringing it, all right! No, Big Bad Bill does not like chicken. His diet is limited to caviar and escargot.
Well, if you don't want to be a part of changing the publishing industry forever, there's nothing I can do about it.
As far as the phone goes, Betty-Bulge is the only one around here with a phone and she guards it with her life. The only time we ever get to use it is when she out "doing other things."
Janitor boy is four foot eleven and three hundred twenty pounds. If you can get him off this damn couch, you can have him!
Well, damn. I'll never hear the end of it now! How did you get this letter? This is a letter from another one of our enslaved authors! I can see I'm going to have to take action against you.
I'd say you're badly needing something, but not sure wine is the answer here.
Why did you refuse to reply to my attorney's registered letter? Are you stupid or something?
Free to be me
And we do hope you are using that term lightly because you will never be free from us.
Attorney's registered letter? That is a ridiculous question and we will expect your prompt apology. We do not accept registered mail, certified mail, or regular mail from anyone. Mail from attorneys is deemed particularly troublesome and we use it for toilet paper.
If you have a legitimate question, we urge you to go through the proper channels and contact the AuthorInsult Team at the e-mail address provided to you on numerous occasions. We may or may not answer it. If we do, it will be in the order in which it was received. You should be advised that we receive upwards of 10,000 e-mails per day so chances are virtually nil that we will get to yours. We are extremely busy signing up new
I would suggest that you get over being a drama queen forthwith and cease these nonsensical escapades of yours. Your time would be better spent writing another book for us to print and sell back to you.
Have a nice day and don't hesitate to call us with any further concerns you might have. Just joking! Sounded good, though, didn't it?
Jessimo, General of Reception and General Partner
I'm a day late and a dollar short (as is often the case), but ... what kind of Easter candy are you?
|You Are a Bunny Pop|
It takes a whole lot more than three licks to get to your center. You cheeky bunny!