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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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My dog.
15 comments:
Hoagy couldn't make it to Buddy Night because his wife chased him down the driveway in his car and smashed the windows with a Cricket Mallet.
What this post needs is some cheerfully-decorated holiday Mylar balloons.
Oh, hai! Remember that game you used to do with making up phrases to match a random bunch of letters? Ah...those were the days. Pfft. I don't care that it's "so 2008," it was FUN. Briefly, I felt like a member of the Algonquin Round Table. Or something. Corner table at the local diner, maybe.
Okay. It's official. Cake, Clinky, and Lois are here. Saul pops in now and then. So, I'm gonna have to start pretending to be Lamont, Jayne, Chinese Guy, Maddog, Mother of Gawd, and Bemisdown, and, and...Crap. I'm gonna have to buy a damn thesaurus to be Lamont.
Wait! And, where the sweet petunia is Rantz? What's his name now? Where's his blog at? Do I have to pretend to be ALL of his different blog selves?
Sparkle:
Corner table at the diner! That's exactly it.
How sad is it that I miss that kinda goofy stuff. I guess I amuse easily?
A P R U D Q ... go to it!
Rots of ruck finding rantz.
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Aroused penguins ravish Uruguay's Dairy Queen
Lamont "The Puzzler" Cranston
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A Piccadilly Ruddy Uproar, Damn Queen
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Rahr Rarh Lahr Rarh Rarh
(Appetizer, Please! Rice Under Dog, Quick!)
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A portmanteau? Rolodex! Understand? Dig? Quopacetic.
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Artful pirates rampage! Up! Down! Quick!
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A Poet Reminiscent Unto Dickinson's Quill
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A plentifully ranting, untiring Don Quixote
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A
Pirate
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"Doubleplay"
"Qualitystart"
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Always princely resplendent; utilizes devious quips.
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A poetic roughrider! Uppity! Darling! Quajan!
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