I don't know how it got to be Sunday again so soon, but here it is, big as day. I'm feeling so amused this weekend that I could spit nails. He-he-he. Well. Here's a little Sunday spiel from Rev. Bob for you. Enjoy. Hellibaluya, yeah boy.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
8 comments:
happy
sunday, serena
&
h a l i b a l u y a !
/t.
I would never have thought to make clothes from sofas. Genius.
Piece on ya.
You can spit nails?
May I please borrow you next week-end Serena..?
I have some drywall to hang...
Have a GREAT Day...Red!
Galen xoxbgxoxox
Happy Sunday, /t.:)
I wouldn't have thought of it, either, Charles. Now we know.:)
Yes, I can, G-man, but no, I'm not borrowable. Thanks.:)
could you spit nails over this way?
I'm trying to hang this damn mirror and the walls are concrete!
Crap!
xx
pinks
I've lost my super powers for the nonce, Pink, but next time I get so pissy I'll be glad to hang your mirror for you.:)
Me be feelin itchy. Must be a handiclap. Damn, Me oughta be more careful when me be outta town.
STOMP.
The WV makes ya feel somewhat humble.
You have to be careful of handiclaps, Scary, especially the out of town ones.:-)
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