...today is NO BLOG THURSDAY.
::sign of the cross::
::bows::
::curtsies::
::shakes hand::
::magooes around::
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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
"Oh, That Wifey!"
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6 comments:
RATS!!!!! I didn't get the memo!!! I thought this was Everybody Wear Elf Shoes Thursday. Okay. I'm taking these things off. They pinch and I'm sick of jingling as I magoo around. 'scuse. I need to go give myself cyber-doofslaps.
::curtsies::
That skirt is cute on you...I especially like how you coordinated it with the bow in your hair. Hoagy is gonna think you look just lovely when he sees you tonight!
No Blog Thursday?!?
::pulls out stake, stabs blog in heart::
A slayer's work is never done.
Bored now.
::flays some bloggers::
A feisty red-headed sidekick's work is never done, either!
Cake! Stop flaying the Internet this instant! I mean it!
Seriously. Calm down. Here. Take Mr. Gordo.
Now? All better?
::ducks, narrowly avoids jaunty hat getting flayed::
Argghhhh. I think I was caught in the crossfire. It's all going dark. So cold.
*THUMP*
(I fell to the floor in slow motion with my arms flailing about in the air. )
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