My head is an empty wasteland today, but the Rev. Bob has a few words for you. Happy Sunday!
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...
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The Rev is a hoot.
Are you and I related, SJ? I mean, my head is just an empty waste, so maybe we come from some common stock, somewhere in the distant past.
In light of the 6 degrees of separation theorem, Charles, we may in fact be related. To me, however, common stock is, like, cows. I prefer to think I come from llamas or goats or something back on my home planet.:-)
A dibilitating Palsy of quaking oak leaves?...I'll have to remember THAT one.
Uh Oh...Now that you mention it, there just might be only 2 or 3 degree's of separation between you two...Let's see.
You are BOTH bloggers
You both know Mona
You both are PC literate
You both are very kind and loyal
You both are from somewhere in the South.
And not only that, You are both from the South, and have all your own teeth!!!
OMG!!!I feel just like one of those Gyneologists, thats draws up family trees..
Serena, You have a great day Baby.
There is talk around town af a big big celestial event tonight, and I want to prepare myself for any impending cosmic occurances..
Au Revoir....BBBBD...xoxbgxoxox
Ah, geez, G-man -- quaking oak leaves are one of the things I really am scared of. I don't know about Charles, but I have to draw the line at allowing my teeth to be examined.:) I have heard the rumors of the impending cosmic, celestial event. I'll check it out if you will.:-) Que plus tard.
I got your 'plus tard'.....
Signed...Your favorite retard!!
Plutot? Pas de plus tard..
S'il vous plait..xoxoxox
Gyneologists draw up family trees? Genealogists are the ones that get involved those roots, I think Gynecologistsare involved with the female versions.
Believe it or not (you can't tell it looking at me) I come from Irish/Dutch roots on my grandmother's side. Its the Spanish and the Asian that throws people off.
Thanksgiving Dinner at Charles's Family..
Corned Beef and Cabbage
Wiener Schnitzle
Teryake Chicken
Beef Burrito's....
Man!!! That sounds great!
G,
[Corned Beef and Cabbage
Wiener Schnitzle
Teryake Chicken
Beef Burrito's....]
Although the Southern part of the family have fixed Corned Beef and Cabbage, I've never had Weiner Schnitzle, only had Teriaki Chicken since growing up and trying it at the mall, and Beef Burritos are Mexican, not Spanish.
Besides, my generation is now the oldest, and spread over the US, and I don't prepare anything special for just myself at Thanksgiving. Sorry, Dude. It would be fun, though, and your choices sounds good. I must be hungry.
uh, sound good.
My French is abysmal, G-man, so you have to swear that you didn't just call me a pointy-headed retarded artichoke.:)
Since you don't cook, Charles, and I'm begged not to, I think we should all get together for an internationally flavored Thanksgiving feast.:)
hahahahahahahahahahah!!!
LOL,ROFLMFAO, Sherry, your killin me!!
BTW...I just love artichokes...
Dipped in Butter
In Salads
Pickled...
You name it!!
No, the literal translation is...
"You light up my life, you give me hope to carry on"...You BEAUTIFUL artichoke, Not retarded!"
later...xoxoxbgxox
...Charles, just kiddin brother, I'm quite proud of all of my mongrel heritage..Have a good one!...G
Thanksgiving at the Food Court. Now that's the single man's celebration.
Later than what?
I'm glad you cleared that up, G-man. Still, I must respectfully decline to be pickled and dipped in butter. A little steaming would be okay, or maybe light flouring -- as long as there's no threat of deep-frying on the table. Manger, boire, et être joyeux!:)
A Food Court Thanksgiving has a lot of interesting possibilities, Charles. We could be seeing the start of a new trend here.:)
Pour demain, vous pouvez mourir.
Talk about a three ring circus!
Sorry Me missed yesterday's post. In lieu of me absence me will contribute this:
On Sunday, the RevBob be croonin.
about sheep-folk and lunatic doins.
Comments galore on thanksgiving lore;
and pasied oak leaves festooning.
STOMP!
I'm the clown! I'm the clown! I get to be the clown.
SJ gets the role of ring master and G can take the strongman part. Funny after Scary says that the word verification I get this time is "zhnring."
I've often wondered if sermons were created on the whim of the Reverend, with little regard for the actual needs of the flock. Well, not today. Reverend Bob nailed it. It's as if he reached into my soul on the way to my wallet. Thank you, Sister Serena.
Pour demain, vous pouvez mourir.
Ainsi nous devons vivre pour aujourd'hui.
Clown, Charles? We have clowns? Yippee! Do we have any monkeys and trained Poodles? This could be good. You can be the ringmaster. I want to be the trapeze girl.:)
Oops, I forgot I still had WordVer on for the spammers.
You, too, can run away with the circus, Scary. We'll need a magician. I'll bet you can do that.:)
The Rev. usually does a pretty good job of nailing it pretty succinctly, Puggy. Sister says no problema and you're welcome -- and please don't smack my hand when it reaches into your pocket for the wallet. Wouldn't you rather I have it than Bob?:-)
Sorry to hear about your waste problem. Plumbers can help that...
I've had a wasted head for years, you get used to it...
VE, I'm finding wasted head to be really rather pleasant.:)
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