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 Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 8:31 pm
Good luck, Shun! biggrin
I remember when my mom had the talk with me...I think I was like four--so I don't remember it too clearly. I do, however, remember the encyclopedia she had used to look up all the technical terms...it had pictures gonk The Oxford English Dictionary she sat on my lap so we could look up the big words together...
Oh sheez... Shun, please don't do that to your kid. Please!
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:43 am
Harbone Wendigo29 But.....but.....they is so minty! Alright, enough of this. Between the urinal cakes & monkey-butt fondue, you all are gonna think I'm a sicko. I was actually thinking of starting a cooking thread, some place for all us geezers to post up our favorite recipies & share the goodness. Oh! Hey! Great! I'd love to do that. I've got one for spinach artichoke dip that'll put most of us in immediate jeopardy of an immediate coronary! Mayonaise, mayonaise, mayonaise. ...but you have to name the thread something like "tasty urinal cake recipies" or "Uncle Squishy's Monkey Butt Bonanza." Uncle Squishy's Monkey Butt Bonanza.........I like the sound of that. xd
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 10:27 am
Sacred Angeleus Good luck, Shun! biggrin I remember when my mom had the talk with me...I think I was like four--so I don't remember it too clearly. I do, however, remember the encyclopedia she had used to look up all the technical terms...it had pictures gonk The Oxford English Dictionary she sat on my lap so we could look up the big words together... Oh sheez... Shun, please don't do that to your kid. Please! Hey, that's better than the talk one of my friends got. His dad burst into the bathroom while he was peeing, pointed, and announced "Never touch that!" That was the entire talk. I imagine it lead to some rather inaccurate aiming during bathroom breaks . . . .
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 7:13 am
Harbone See? It's not working. Haha. That was fun. Just got back from the Trial of Ian thread. What a hoot! I'm planning on voting guilty, even though I think Ian's probably meant to seem innocent. I like the Ian character and all, but I think stories like this run better if the sap gets railroaded. Hi, Harbone, I saw you in the Trial of Ian thread... would have said hello to a fellow Geezer, but lost track of which of the several hundreds of threads I'd seen you in... confused I think it was something to do with Rufus heart . I think Ian is innocent of arson, but he's a prat (not that he deserves punishment for that - the prisons would be packed!!). I don't wish him any harm, but it's nice having Rufus running the boutique. Someone posted saying that Ian should get off, but Rufus should continue running the store and Ian should sleep on the counter - now that would be well worth seeing!! xd
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 2:47 pm
Rufus run the store....
Ian sleep on the counter...
That's brilliant! What a great compromise!
I wish I'd seen that thread!
(Sorry I didn't spot you. I was having a ball being an utter butthead.)
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 3:53 pm
Shun Azhriaz Sacred Angeleus Good luck, Shun! biggrin I remember when my mom had the talk with me...I think I was like four--so I don't remember it too clearly. I do, however, remember the encyclopedia she had used to look up all the technical terms...it had pictures gonk The Oxford English Dictionary she sat on my lap so we could look up the big words together... Oh sheez... Shun, please don't do that to your kid. Please! Hey, that's better than the talk one of my friends got. His dad burst into the bathroom while he was peeing, pointed, and announced "Never touch that!" That was the entire talk. I imagine it lead to some rather inaccurate aiming during bathroom breaks . . . . I seriously laughed so hard I had an asthma attack. *feels a little ashamed of that* Poor guy. Don't do that either, okay? Good luck with the talk! *hides the big dictionary*
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:04 am
Sacred Angeleus I seriously laughed so hard I had an asthma attack. *feels a little ashamed of that* Poor guy. Don't do that either, okay? Good luck with the talk! *hides the big dictionary* The "big talk" had to be cancelled. His sister, who was supposed to be off on a sleepover, wound up staying home . . . . with two of her friends. With three eleven year old girls around, the house wasn't exactly conducive to sitting down and chatting about stuff. . . . .Heck, he's watched Walking with Dinosaurs so many times since we got it him for Christmas he's got animal mating figured out. Maybe I should just tell him humans do what the T-Rex's were doing . . . . mrgreen
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 2:50 pm
Shun Azhriaz The "big talk" had to be cancelled. His sister, who was supposed to be off on a sleepover, wound up staying home . . . . with two of her friends. With three eleven year old girls around, the house wasn't exactly conducive to sitting down and chatting about stuff. . . . .Heck, he's watched Walking with Dinosaurs so many times since we got it him for Christmas he's got animal mating figured out. Maybe I should just tell him humans do what the T-Rex's were doing . . . . mrgreen I always wondered where some of these weird fetishes I run into online came from. Come on, honey, roar once for daddy! Rowrrr! Yeah! That's it! Wave those stumpy little arms like you mean it, you big, toothy mamma!
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:14 pm
eek Boy but there are some interesting conversations in this here thread.
Tis a new storyline for the 3 Bears:
Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty.. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!" he squeaks.
Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into
his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!" he
roars.
Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "How many times do we have to go through this with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table, it was Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time.
"I HAVEN'T MADE THE DAMN PORRIDGE YET !!
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 8:32 pm
It's funny how a guy can have the same conversation every morning.
I'm filled with fond memories of home.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:28 pm
Harbone Come on, honey, roar once for daddy! Rowrrr! Yeah! That's it! Wave those stumpy little arms like you mean it, you big, toothy mamma! bwahahahahahahahahahaaaa! rofl
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 11:17 pm
**Waves hands wildly in the air***
Hey! Everybody! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Everybody, hey, guess what! Hey!
I posted a soup recipie in the Soup for the Elderly thread.
*He stops jumping up and down suddenly when a loud cracking sound erupts from somewhere inside his lower body*
eek Ooooh... I shouldn't have gotten so excited... I think I pulled my 8 tatami mat muscle... gonk
I hope it was just the mutant beans...
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 8:19 pm
Harbone I always wondered where some of these weird fetishes I run into online came from. Come on, honey, roar once for daddy! Rowrrr! Yeah! That's it! Wave those stumpy little arms like you mean it, you big, toothy mamma! ^^Me. Laughing so hard I cried. Oh. Gawd. Mental. Picture. gonk Honoez! eek
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:33 am
Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can't believe. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping -- Love you!"
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, " Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 a.m., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."
"So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh THAT!...
Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!"
Broken furniture - $485.26
Hot Breakfast - $4.20
Red Rose bud -$3.00
Two Aspirins -$.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time... Priceless !
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 10:20 pm
Lil Brat Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can't believe. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping -- Love you!" He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, " Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 a.m., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door." "So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!" Broken furniture - $485.26 Hot Breakfast - $4.20 Red Rose bud -$3.00 Two Aspirins -$.38 Saying the right thing, at the right time... Priceless ! awesome!! haaaaaaaaa haaa!
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