So we're sitting at a table last night for dinner and next to us were these four broads just prattling on about nothing. They never once stopped talking. They never once actually listened to one another. They were all talking at the same time. And never once did they say anything of substance.
One of them was mildly attractive so I added one bonus point.
I hated them all and wished them harm in the near future.
Whenever four women sit at a table together it should be referred to as a 'cackle of hens'
(four guys at a table is usually referred to as a 'roughhouse of cool')
Friday, May 11, 2007
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Wow! I didn't know they served dinner in the audience of "The View."
I'm not sure any table with you and Hoagy at it counts as a "roughhouse of cool"...not with the fancy shoes, sharing of the ice cream, and hair-braiding.
Just sayin'.
So, Lois, seems like the blog is ours today. What should we talk about? Did you bring the snacks?
Oh, and before any wiseguys chime in...there are only two of us, so we can't be a "cackle of hens."
A duo of yak
Sorry....ran out to the store to buy snacks and wine.
I think the boys are all off doing cross stitch or something.
Nice choice of wine. Another cookie?
Oh yes, Bacon Ace was cross stitching some breakfast meat on a sweater or something, wasn't he?
And did you hear that NoOprah has taken up macramé? I know, it's very 1970...but he's so excited, I just didn't have the heart to tell him.
They probably referred to you as "A Mylar of Nerds."
"Oh yes, Bacon Ace was cross stitching some breakfast meat on a sweater or something, wasn't he?"
If I could I would...wait how did I get dragged into this?
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