I want to break the all-time record for the most comments on a WordPress blog post.
*** PLEASE COMMENT ON THIS POST ***
Okay, some of you will see this as a shallow attempt on my part to bump up my stats.
And I’m not saying you are wrong.
But here’s the thing… oh, thing, I missed you, where have you been?
I have always said that I have the best commenters on WordPress. I have two posts that have over 1,000 comments on them… True, half of those are my return answers to comments, because I always answer my comments, but still… And I will even go so far as to admit that my comment sections… OUR comment sections… are sometimes the funniest part of my posts. Are you happy now?
But this all has me wondering what the record for number of comments on one post actually is. I want to see if we can break it. Just for the fun of it. We will all be part of a social media experiment. We will all go down in the history books as record breakers. We can amaze and astound the WordPress overlords and maybe have them take notice of us.
And it will be fun.
Oh, and I am a little disappointed that only one person even commented on that cute picture of me as a baby in the last post I did, so here is your chance to make it up to me…
Pouring My Art Out 
31,865 with this one. I haven’t been playing. Well, I have been, but it was with the puppy, not with you guys. Much.
It is hard to compete with a puppy…
It’s hard to do anything with a puppy!
ummm…..
I guess I should have said “It’s hard to get anything done with a puppy.” Unless he’s asleep. Like now. Shhhhhhh
Oh… phew…
Elyse, how about you can let Duncan walk on your keyboard for a few seconds, so that even he leaves a comment here for posterity?
As much as i hate my current computer (a poop brown Samsung), I can’t afford anew one. Unless you’re buying, in which case Duncan and I would like a Mac.
You only need to give Duncan access to the keyboard, not the whole thing (unless you already have, which would explain the color). Who knows, maybe he likes it so much he’ll start a blog, too.
He’s already taken over my iPad. I need the computer to be able to work from home and cater to his every whim.
The computer came this color. It is representative of my husband’s former job with them.
HA!
Dog with a blog… stupidest Disney show ever…
So stupid it just might work.
It is a real show…
also, I just had my cat type a comment here.
You are an indulgent man. I don’t let Duncan on the table.
I did not let her on the table. Actually, she doesn’t like tables, or being held: when you hold her, she makes moves like someone who’s typing really fast. I just had to hold her over the keyboard for 10 seconds.
And it goes without saying that she’s getting a bonus petting session for it.
🙂
…ooo000ooo…
This needs to be a thing…
it is now
I may have to do a post about this
You are overthinking it… glub glup bubb gllubb… see, I just let my goldfish do it…
That’s his story… and he’s sticking with it…
she – and she is a non-sticking cat
Is her name Teflon? HA! Or did you mean a noun-sticking cat… oh man… I crack me up…
You can hold him up so he doesn’t put all his weight on it…
oooohhhh… cool idea…
OMG. DUNCAN = CUTEST PUPPY EVER!!!!!!!
…ooo000ooo…
Awww, shucks. He really is. But he still puppy bites so it makes him a touch less cute. Just just a touch!
Trent also bites… Just saying
Oh hello…. long time no comment…
Sometimes we all forget this post is even here.
not you, apparently
Even me
I don’t forget. I got the count to 31,000. I was alone. You should have seen it! There was a band, and flowers, and a parade, and confetti! Now look, over 32,000!!
That is such an inbetween number…
I looked back. It is also an incorrect number. It is just so darn hard to keep track. It doesn’t matter anyway, each new comment shatters the record anyway.
right, but the big numbers are fun to reach for
like 50,000
If you get it to 40,000, you’ll probably get some kind of commenting Nobel prize.
I want cash
Not you, Julie.
You’ll just get cash.
yay
I just don’t know how much.
no… you don’t
HA. I am sure to get lots of commenting engagements as a result of my Nobel prize.
wait… YOUR Nobel prize?
Yep. That’s what X said. I get the Nobel prize. You get cash. 😀
that hardly seems fair
Or maybe it was Not you Julie, as opposed to Not YOU, Julie. In which case you get the Nobel prize and I get the cash. Funny how it makes you a little jealous either way isn’t it?
yeah… hilarious…
Yes…. Tnert Niwel. My new name. Sounds exotic and sexy, and dangerous as all get-out. That’s right people, a new internet hero has been born in the bowels (literally) of this comment thread. Watch Tnert swing from the vines with the strands in his teeth as his arms encircle the supple waists of two wayward nymphs… watch Tnert suck back a bottle of vodka while being impaled on a rusty bike post…
Well hello Mr. Niwel… (that’s Dr. Niwel to you, buttwad). Dr. Niwel, may I offer you a drink? (Bring me the bar.) My god, we have never seen such a voracious appetite for the drink coupled with the suave, sticky demeanour of a true renaissance man. (Take my clothes. This shit got real, simon). My lord, such a physique, such grace, such animalistic urges and overt fertility… (I make mark upon my territory, holmes.)
Is Tnert pronounced with a silent ‘t’ at the front…
No silent letters. No silent letters!
All silent letters…
Tnert Niwel is pronounced exactly as it is written – that’s right, with a full dose of manly ruggedness. Oh yeah….
Then I applaud manly ruggedness… by which I mean I give it a full dose of clap…
Hey, family blog!
You know how families start, right… sex…
Like, duh.
I had a point there somewhere.
speaking of manly ruggedness, did you read the post I reblogged that I did I wrote for the Sisterwives blog… the one in which I wrote a poem to my private parts… funny stuff… it was just a few days ago
I’ll have to read it. I don’t get the sisterwives thing, not sure what it is, haven’t really been over there. But I’ll take a look.
What is a sisterwife, anyway?
Long story… but I reblogged it here… and Hastywords did an awesome opening for the post.
I read it! And I quite loved it and agreed with every word. I figure when we start treating people of other genders, faiths, skin-colours, orientations, etc in a fair way, we’ll all be better.
Plus, I talked about my junk… so
I am somewhat interested in your junk.
Well who isn’t???
OMG. Can you be any funnier?? How can you write like you do on your blog and be this hysterically funny??
It does make one wonder
split personality??
more than one split
Julie! Hey, some of my posts are funny! Blah blah blah. I just hiccuped. I don’t know how to spell that.
I didn’t mean to imply that they weren’t. It’s just that every thing you say here cracks me up. Some of your posts…..make me cry, or think, or scare me.
I never make you think
Trust me, some of my posts scare or alarm the crap out of me. It’s almost like a different person wrote them. I hardly recognize them at times. Holy crap – I think I need to drink more to resolve this issue. Schmack – a magical Innis & Gunn bottle appears in my hand! Lucky Wednesday, folks.
I worry about you
But I do make a terrific multi-level omelette, so I suspect I will be all right.
How many levels
Five minimum. Each cooked think with vegetables, and stacked over different types of cheese. The final bit is also slathered in cheese and then the whole thing is baked.
Mmmmmmm
that
taht
Tart
Or tit for taht
Don’t make me call Tnert.
Go ahead
Dr. Niwel posted the following missive, explaining the history of crack squirrels, on Gibber’s blog:
“Art went back in time and slept with a distant relative, who happened to be a squirrel. The procreative act was heinous, full of inadvertent fluid emissions and incomprehensible squawking, and the resulting progeny was less than impressive in most every respect, especially its stunted sex organs. Through the ages, the illicit products of this reprehensible act of time paradox have regressed to an animalistic, drooling collection of vacuous and often filthy rodent-like creatures (crack squirrels) that have been known to seek out their long-lost relations in the hope of further unlawful procreation; however, this rejoining of man and squirrel has instead generally led to puzzling fits of poetry and the occasional grand literary question mark. Plus a lot of gas and plenty of excess hair.”
Sigh
“Tnert” kind of sounds like “nerd” to me, so drunk-swinging on vines with nymphs in each hand sounds a little out of character for Tnert. Now Dr. Niwel… that’s exactly how I would imagine him.
That’s a pretty good point. Dr. Niwel does sound a bit more debonair.
He sounds like a proctologist to me…
More like a urologist. Either way, kindly bend over and let Dr. Niwel do his magic…
Simmer down…
Dr. Niwel NEVER simmers down.
not ever?
Debonair and possibly German too
I’m not buying it.
Swedish?
sure
Delicious. The women, the chocolate, the women covered in chocolate……….
right
There’s chocolate women in Sweden??!!
where they invented the chocolate fondu fountain… well yeah
oh man. I bet that can get messy….
But in good way
ha
No… that’s the Finns… or the Danes
Oh crap…
crap oh
With a name like that you could pass off as a member of Rammstein. I would love to be a member of Rammstein, even if it is to hold the flamethrowers at their shows.
Where are we going with this?
I would draw you a map but I can’t draw for sh*t
I thinks you just described where we are going…
I fucking love Rammstein! Are they still around?
the airbase is
Du. Du Hast. Du Hast (something).
Ich bin ein tortellini
Stop mixing your broken linguistics.
No
Yes sir, I believe they are working on another album. I’ve seen them live and it will stay with me forever, their show was terrific! Full of flamethrowers, pyrotechnics, Till chasing “Flake” around the stage in a Chef’s suit whilst wielding a meat cleaver microphone then cooking him in a cauldron – bonkers but brilliant!
Best shoe I ever saw… Lynryd Skynyrd… No lasers, not flame, no show, no costumes
I would have paid a lot of money to see that…
…ooo…
I didn’t have to pay too much but it was the best investment that I ever made and the memory will stay with me to my grave!
Thanks for the mammerys… Uh… Memories … Stupid spell checker
with a face like that you got nothing to laugh about. Red lips, hair and fingernails…..
“………….
It reminds me of ‘nerts’… an old American slang word for ‘no way’…
I’m neither old enough nor American enough to know this word.
It was in an episode of I Love Lucy… Fred said it…
like double Oh 7!!! T-NERT!!!
yeah… just like that
T-nert!!!!!!!! 🙂 sorry, late for the party….
T-nert… oh yeah… that is now official…
EiluJ! Eiluj, Eiluj, Eiluj!
sounds like a religious conversion
Pretty much.
ha
My last name is ridiculously funny! Eiluj does sound a little praisey doesn’t it?
yup
I think it fits you perfectly.
hmmmmmmm
Dr. Niwel does not approve of your ominous sound effects, Art. Dr. Niwel sends his regards, however.
His high regards?
Dr. Niwel’s regards are ALWAYS high.
Ha
medicinal marijuana??
sure… why not
Trent spelled backwards is Tnert. Still sounds rugged and manly, if you ask me, but maybe a little bit more naughty.
I will add an alien with that name to book 5… remind me
How on earth do you write so bloody much? I have trouble stringing together six words o’fiction.
crack squirrels
Possibly I’ve underestimated those vile, dirty critters. The bloody beavers are no help to me at all. And they’re hell on the plumbing.
Directly or after being consumed… HA!
Stop stepping on our Canadian pride.
I can’t help it… I have big feet.
Please step on the Biebs.
If I ever get close enough I will
Lewin backwards is Niwel… which sounds sort of gay and Christmassy
Tnert Niwel here. A scandanavian gentleman astronaut with a penchant for swordcraft and bonbons. Prepare. To. Die.
A Scandinavian Canadian? A Scandanadian? A Canadvian?
Scandanadian’s a thing!
But is it a good thing???
Indubitably.
Debatably
Noel sound Christmassy too, but backwards it’s Leon! Bahahahahahahahaha!
You are like a Christmassy black pimp… HA
Soylent green is dolphins! Hmmmm… sounds yummy. Ooops, I could get in trouble for that. I would NEVER intentionally or purposefully or knowningly ingest any part of a dolphin. But ask me again in three beers. Three beers! What a lightweight… remember when you were the king of all things debauched? Remember??????
Goldilocks and the Three Beers…
Up here, we call it Goldie and the Three Beavers. And it is a little pornographic but no one notices after the beer thing.
I bet
Now that should be a porn film…
Schmack!
yup
really? Soylent green is grass dude. Soil ent green! The grass is green. Soil. Grass grows in soil. ent. The stuff that comes out of the soil. (like grass) Green. Grass is green, grows in soil and can be made into these little squares to be consumed. mmmmm-mmmmmmm.
I thought Ents were those talking trees
see above. Ent. The stuff that comes out of the soil. Like grass and talking trees. Sheesh.
I did see that
In that case, I’m definitely partaking.
It’s kinda like grazing…..
graze into my eyes
I LOVE grazing!
Grazie
Don’t knock it till you try it.
Knock
who doesn’t?? really.
Good point
When life throws you a curveball, make like a cow and get drunk.
I always do
Hindu blood boiling.
Hot tody
Oh dear. Here we go with Trent and his boiling Hindu blood……
He has a whole keg of it in the fridge
Like a cow
The only thing wrong with cows is that they take too long to fall over and make hamburger for us.
In America we speed up the process
You Americans are awesome at that.
Yeah we are
they should just poop hamburger. That would solve a lot of issues. and make vegetarians happier. I am pretty sure they can eat …. oh. nevermind.
So if we feed cows to the cows…. I am posting that…
Oh dear…. mad cow, anyone?
Stop making the cows mad
You wouldn’t like them when they’re mad.
Makes them bitter
I don’t like anything when it is mad.. Well, sometimes my cats are pretty funny… nevermind. Big mad animals are scary.
I can be pretty scary when I’m mad.
I may have just soiled the couch.
I coiled a slouch once.
That is a strangely erotic statement. I’m not sure that’s what you intended, but that is in fact the effect that resulted.
I am that good
This is true talent.
Truly it is
I also oiled a crotch, but that is a story for another time…
And there we go spinning off into the blogging void of depravity… Wait, that sounds dirty too… sometimes you just can’t win.
Or you always do
I used to be a nice respectable blogger.
respectablogger
I was a crummy blogger. Sigh.
A crummgger…
That should be my new title. I should start a new blog as Tnert Niwel and celebrate my crummgger status.
I like Nerts Tiwel better
That guy is a dweeb!
true.
What the hell is wrong with you Trent? Crummy blogger? WTF? Serious? or just drunk?
He knows not what he says… or anybody else says…
Let us perchance suck back a beer and see what happens. Plus a shot of scotch and a flagon of wine. Where is Art when you need him.
I am where I need me, that’s where…
Now don’t get all existential and stuff…
But I must
Or… you must not?
Must never sleeps
Well, that came out of the blue…
The deep blue, see.
Rust never sleeps… out of the blue.
Blue rust would be cool
Stop swearing, this is a family blog. F-a-m-i-l-y b-l-o-g.
Oh fuckshitcrapbooger… you’re right… I forgot…
Blasphemy. I am going to sacrifice a cow to purify myself, then feed the remnants to the beavers. It promises to be a bloody, drunken affair. I am likely going to shave a beaver’s ass.
Is that legal… even in Canadada>???
In Canada, beavers eat cows for breakfast and gnaw on moose for lunch. But don’t worry. We are training them to like Americans too.
So they deep-fat-fry them first???
It sure helps.
Can’t hurt.
It occurs to me that a PG rating on this post is stupid… no kid should ever read all of this… ever… not even my future grandkids…
This thread might still be going when your future grandkids are old enough to get on the internet. That would be somepin.
I will try to stick around
You better.
alrighty then
S’quiet in here. Shit got real, yo.
I have to keep up the pretense of spending time with my family… goin out for sushi soon…
Sushi got real, yo.
just got back… now I need to watch Downton Abbey with the girls
That might be the dweebiest comment ever.
Life is rough
Yeah but not THAT rough.
How rough is that rough?
Like sandpaper wrapped around three-day stubble.
In a shark skin suit
I just got back from dinner with the family!
good
With some fava beans and a nice Chianti?
Ewwwwwww….. but yes. Both personal favorites. Also, brains.
It must cost a lot to import brains to Canada… HA!!!!!
You are SOOOOO out of context. I was referring to the brain-eating scene in Hannibal, given the Silence of the Lambs reference to fava beans and chianti.
still… we should ship a few up there… couldn’t hurt…
It always comes back to that
Hey baby.
uh oh
Oh yeaaaaaah….
sweeeet
31,546… I mean 31,547! The post that never ends. Sigh, just like the good old days. Makes me want to streak naked down the street while chugging scotch and using raw steak to cover up the less dignified parts of my lean frame.
There ain’t enough cows in the universe… HA!
Oh schmack! That was a good one. Also, on another note, my Hindu blood is boiling at your callous disregard for our holy bovines.
I don’t do holy
Respect the beef.
I do do that
But eat it too… it’s strange and complicated.
Life is like that.
I always know that precise moment in the comment history when you lose track of the original point and just start talking smack. So… schmack!
I reply to individual comments mostly… context is for losers…
You almost NEVER hear people dissing context. This is a refreshing place for that reason alone.
The world already has enough context.
And then I doodoo that… HA!
Oh boy…
Oh yeah…
What are you going to do with boiling Hindu blood? Is that how you cook cows in Canada?
uh oh
Julie! We don’t boil Hindus in Canada!
What? You said your Hindu blood was boiling. Do you just drink boiling Hindu blood? I thought maybe it was used for cooking, you know, like using chicken broth when making rice.
They actually use beaver squeezings and moose musk for that
Ewwwwwww……..
You started it
They bake them
Shhhhhh…. don’t tell anyone.
They know
Strip steak or T-bone. Double points for a double entendre.
I will give you quadruple points for that, plus bonus points for a nice hairdo.
No hair points… this ain’t that kind of blog…
I like Dan’s hair!
Good… because that is all that is left of him since the terrible accident involving a piece of farm machinery…
All you can eat…
I’m a all you can eat taco type.
I’ve heard that said…
Not by me with my mouth full I hope? That would be impolite.
and impossible… ha
a nice filet. Rare. mmmmmmmmmm……..
………………….
Can I please bear witness?? Or is that “bare” witness? Whatever. I wanna watch.
the bare witness project…
I am not responsible for any damage done to your eyes or mental health as a result.
neither one are in that gooda shape anymore Trent. I will not hold you responsible. Now, on with the show!
Oh lord
Um, let me pick an appropriate musical selection and start the drinking process… this may take some time.
Canadians
Yeeeeeeessssss?
………..
I got time, just make sure not to go too fast….
He always goes to fast… So his wife says
Is it getting hot in here?
Ha
scars,,,,
Julie has requested a supreme streaking effort, and by god I’m going to deliver. Wrap up your valuables, sell your cars, it’s gonna get hot in here.
Without pictures it means nothing… Are you going to describe it to us?
Well, I am sort of a writer. Admittedly, this description would test my skills to the utmost, and would require lengthy elaboration on a most rotund subject, but I am always up for the task.
Do it
Depending on the shape you are in, I might need my car to keep up with you!
You can run him over is he looks too bad
I will take many strategic pauses.
Ewwww
I said “pauses”!
Still
Well hello Trent. I notice that you’ve been absent from the blogging world for a while. Why yes, as a matter of fact… Well, we think you are a bit of a sad bumbling emission from an anal wart. I think that was uncalled for… A particulary smooshy vile anal wart typically oxygen-deprived because of its location between two fairly humid butt cheeks. Well I never… That’s not what we heard, you lazy little turd. How rude… It would be perfectly fine if you didn’t remind me of the back end of a septic tank, and of the various solids floating in that oh-so frothy brine composed of sick human excrement. I don’t have to take this… Oh yes you do, becuase you came here specifically to be called out for your nasty little shenaningans, lack of hygeine, and propensity for sewer-dwelling, you unclean little barnacle. Art! Save me…
Yeah, what he said… I mean, hey now, that is no way to talk to Trent… He might well be an oozing anal wart, but he is my oozing anal wart.
Beware the wrath of Tnert Niwel.
I always am
Vote. For. Tnert.
Nerts
BE GONE YOU VILE, EVIL, LYING VOICES!!! Leave my dear Trent alone! Be gone before a house falls on you too!
Ha
Them voices got it coming! Julie! Julie!
The voices of the. People
Oh, and I am just the one to drop a house on em! TRENT!
Do it
I KNEW you’d be good for that!
Smirk
clearly. I must be good for something!
clearly… something…
I’m here Art. I heard your cries.
I heard his cries too but I thought that it was just Tarzan repeatedly stubbing his toe – it’s a jungle out there.
No one can blame you. It’s probably a common mistake.
I love Tarzan… the books, I mean.
Probably one Jane frequently makes in the bedroom too.
hey now
Hey we’re all adults here. These pants come off at night, just like everything else.
Who you callin’ an adult???
It wouldn’t surprise me.
sigh
It’s a jingle in here…
It’s a jangle of a jingle in this jungle
a bungle in the jungle
A quango in the django
a quantum quintuplet of quadrupeds…
Careful now. Keep bringing up Tarzan and Art will auction off his loin cloth. It’s a dirty, smelly affair that no amount of industrial cleaning agent can resolve.
or dissolve..
I can practically taste the thing.
ewwwwwww
You’re telling me…
I am
Art’s loincloth belongs in a museum!
If it will fit… HA!
They could display it in the Grand Canyon – then you get two attractions for the price of one
People could use it as a hammock…
Whole families you mean – you could rent it out and make a bundle
Of course.
If by ‘museum’ you mean ‘incinerator’, I’m with you.
ow
One can only feel pity for the downwind denizens who will have to live with the emissions off that…
Once can and one must…
I already forgot what we were talking about.
We were talking about something?
It’s so hard to tell.
But does it really matter?
Yes, it is so easy to mix those two up, I’m constantly doing it all the time and now my dirty laundry is constantly on display. *bows* Thank you. I’ll be here all week, don’t forget to tip your waitress.
I thought you WERE the waitress!
Oh yeah!
Now get me a drink, honey…
Should have gone to SpecSavers (or you own local flavor of Ophthalmologist)
bam
I often see with my hands.
Which is why they kicked you out of the gym…
That wasn’t the only reason. The streaking was also frowned upon. The bastards!
Other people might have gotten away with it
Hey, what are you saying…
You know
That sounds very handy indeed. But how do you read between the lines?
Careful
Fast and fastidious
Worst Vin Diesel movie ever
Best Worst Vin Diesel movie ever
Sure
Well, you kind of have to manipulate your fingers to stategically part critical elements of someone’s anatomy… this is best explained through illustration, actually.
No it isn’t
What were we talking about again?
Nothing
I think I know exactly what you are talking about – allow me to illustrate with this:-
Sigh
Did I overstep the mark? That clip was a bit gory
Not at all
Whew – thank you Sir – I shall endeavour to push the envelope a little further next time then in order to main to the status quo – the status quo must be maintained!
My quo remains unstated
We have reached a new low
Limbo bimbo baby
slip under that shaft…
TFTW. I can only hope that if Zombies ever tear me apart I die before the bottom half is dragged away…. Ewwww.
As much as I love zombie films, I still have a hard time believing that the threat can’t be contained. Also, if the zombies are eating people all the time then how come there are so many of them? It’s like films want to encourage the notion that zombies are treating humans like an all you can eat buffet and they take a bite before moving on. I agree with you on being torn in half, I would hope I had the option to snuff myself before it gets that far.
I always wondered about that… they tear them apart… very rarely do you see somebody just get bitten and then get away.
Great minds think alike. So logically if the zombies are eating everybody there wouldn’t be hardly any to kill in the first place. Technically there should only be one, the one that eats everybody and he will be too full to put up a fight!
who would he fight if he ate everybody?
He’d have to just eat himself. I’m sure he will have enough of himself to go round.
Now that is an idea for a movie
uh….
I prefer to think of them as whines…
Either way, I’m here.
Yay!!!
Don’t you mean “crying”?
Ha… beat you too it
To the crying? I have no doubt of it.
word
yo yo
oh
Where the heck is everybody?
I am all alone in this big empty space…
Turns out that if I reply to my own comments when I am talking to myself here, then I don’t have to scroll all the way back down to the comment box every time…
But I wish someone else was here… because now, when new people visit… I will look sad and lonely and crazy… HA!
oooooohhhh… when I said HA really loud, it echoed all up in this place…
screw it… these comments all count on our score, right?
Maybe I will shoot for 50,000 all by myself…
“But I wish someone else was here… because now, when new people visit… I will look sad and lonely and crazy…” You forgot “still,” STILL look sad and lonely and crazy…
It was implied
Seduce yourself. Seduce yourself! Do it!
I am way ahead of you… I just didn’t do it out loud… and you know what… I was awesome…
…if you do say so yourself.
and I do
Hey… I’m right here…
WHO SAID THAT???
I did… I mean me… uh… you… I’m you…
Oh… good… I thought the crack squirrels learned how to talk… that would be a bad sign as far as my mental stability goes… just sayin’…
Tell me about it…
Uh… I think I just did.
Oh boy… repeat after me… schmack! Schmack schmack schmack!
And just because you come back for this doesn’t mean you don’t have to read all my posts you missed… nobody said being head minions was easy… or fun… or paid well…
Ah crap, come on man, I’m semi-retired from blogging!
well un-semi-retire
I dunno how!
how now holy cow
Onions, bunions, crampons and … something else
not tampons…
I was thinking more of Flamboyant
I bet you were… HA!
haha
hoho
You calling me a ho????
Not exactly.
That’s a shame. I needed a career change
But carrying all those coins to the bank will be exhausting…
But can be used as a kosh
Well, as your pimp, I should be in charge of all koshings…
You must be Paul. Pimp Paul
I am the Papal Pimpel himself… I also take PayPal…
Papal Pimple paying poxy PayPal pillocks
perhaps
Perchance
purchase
peruse
pursue
Purse
parse
Sparse
spurts
Squirts
shirts
Dirts
Hurts
Hertz
amps
Ramps
stamps
That might be the weirdest thing I ever typed to anybody in my life…
Haha I don’t believe that
you caught me
Peter Frampton?
Do you… you… feel like we do?
I’m hungry so yes, I would imagine so.
uh… okay?
That’s settled then – show me the pasta, pizza or pies, let’s do this
HA!
North Hampton
George Plimpton…
Scarlet Pimple
Nell?
Nell Helles Belle
Hell’s smells
It’s all the brimstone
stone all the way up to the brim
Hat’s the one
Hat’s off to that one.
Straight Out of Compton
stompin’
Representin’
yo
I was near Brompton
just romping?
No, there was a bus I hopped on
they wouldn’t let you ride inside?
No, they’re gits like that
I would sue
My name isn’t Sue. How many times do I have to tell you that
sorry… Susan…
That’s better
I forget how formal you foreigners are…
Don’t encourage him, Al. Someone is likely to get hurt. Probably me.
Haha I do believe he does not need any encouragement.
I have a whole refrigerator full.
And it’s a big fridge
of course
All them crack squirrels need to keep their nuts cool somewhere
You would think
I try not to, it hurts
I know exactly what you mean.
I have a team of specially trained ladies practiced in the arts of pain heading your way now.
What happened to Charlie? Is he loaning out his Angels to you now then? Pain is a lucrative business, particularly if you are in the pharamceutical and masochistic industries.
I needed to diversify…
Now, just out of curiosity, would you say that comment was meant to a) intimidate me, b) confuse me or c) give me a semi. Cause you know…
all of the above
I see. Scared, confused and aroused. Sounds like a typical day at the gym.
For the other people too
I do bend over ever so delicately at times, and people do seem interested in the copious amount of buttsweat that manages to douse my socks and occasionally overcome my shoes. Someone get me a mop.
Interested???
They stare a lot…
Morbid fascination
Or outright lust, it’s hard to tell.
It is all in the facial expression
You lost me at “facial”.
As always
Ok, I went back, had a look at your babyface and I commented here – happy?
Yay… I am very happy… extremely happy… creepily, inappropriately happy… are you happy now?
I guess … great post idea.
It just sort of happened…
🙂
yup
Art has a babyface? Does it have facial hair? His ‘tache has super powers that are still being discovered to this very day. I think I read somewhere that he took down a giant Yak with his bare hands when he was only four years old but I might be confusing him with someone else. His barber probably.
I already did a post with a bay with my mustache and goatee… also, I stuck it on Jlo… Bieber… Dick Cheney… and a few other people.
Your beard gets around more thant you do – and that is saying something
It goes everywhere I do and then some.
Have beard will travel
Don’t leave home without it.
It’s hairy scary.
He used to be hairer. This is what he looked like when his Momma popped him out:-
Yikes!
To be fair, he should have combed it forward rather than back. They thought they mixed him up at birth with a Hairy Moo Cow for Scotland until they tried to milk him and realised that he was indeed human and just resembled a Yak. True story, heard it down the pub.
Now you are just making stuff up
All of this is based on a true story. I may have embellished the details a smidgeon but the fact remains that you sir have hair and if that ain’t the truth well then I don’t know what is. I rest my case.
I am experimenting with growing it in new places…
The appliance of science when it comes to hair care products
if applicable where it’s despicable…
Life ain’t always pretty… and neither am I…
um… ewww…
And I never even met the lady who popped me out.
I think I found her on my trip to Scotland. The resemblance is uncanny:-
https://www.travelblog.org/Photos/2980095
Mommy! Or should I say Moomie…
Well, I laughed. But I don’t think that’s quite hairy enough.
not nearly
Sick yo. Sick.
slick with sickliness
That sounds so dirty.
It was meant to
Actually that is my bad. That pic is of one of Art’s hairballs. They are sentient beings in their own right and cannot be killed by conventional weapons.
Tribbles with attitude…
They all need trilbies then they will be tribbles causing trouble with trilbies – an alliterative nightmare for a drunken man but you can’t make an omlette without breaking some eggs
I thrill to the trill of the tribbles in their tilbies…
Holy crap… it’s worse than I feared. No worries, though, let me fire up a beaver and send him over to immolate himself in a courageous act of, well, self-immolation. Flaming beavers are as unconventional a weapon as you can get, but they form roughly two thirds of the Canadian armed forces and are dynamite at stealth water attacks. Also at blocking up stuff.
They smell funny
Well they are on fire after all… give em a break, holmes.
Well I didn’t do it.
very
But what did you think of said babyface? You can be honest, we’re all friends here, and Art isn’t around anyway… shhhhhh….
It is the cutest baby face ever…
Again, if you do say so yourself…
and I does
yup
31,399………. drum roll please……
31,400!!!!! TA DA!!!!!!!! Wooo Wooo! OMG! The band and the balloons and the confetti cannons! HOLY COW! It’s spectacular! What? Flowers? For me?? Oh! Thank you! Thank you!
sigh
reunion time
onward!
We need to come up with another game. and by “we” I mean “you”. Impressions? I know I just did a nice one, thanks. It might not take off so well. Another drunken party?
Maybe that wonderful Charlie Sheen brand of crazy? sheesh, he really went off the deep end for a while. Why do you think he got so quiet? Haven’t heard from him lately. Ok I lie. Well, I didn’t hear from him exactly, but apparently he has made some noise that was reported to me. Until that he seemed to have dropped off the radar.
maybe he was in rehab
He’s been on hiatus hanging with me in a quite space, which should have given you ample time to get your blog up. Can we have a link? NO? Pray tell why not, Ms. Julie? HMMMMMMM? Much later. I have to go write on MY blog. I mean, doesn’t everyONE who’s anyONE have ONE. Don’t you just love that triplet string of “ones”? Well, if not, you should. I love playing with words. Back to write in my own playpen. OOPS. Did it again. PlayPEN in the context or writing. You’ll need a program and scored card to keep up.
A scored card?
HA. scored card? Program? Me? No, not really. I will just make up the stats to suit me as I go along. I have missed you Dan. Why not bug T-nert to post the thing he pestered me so to write. Then you will see why I do not have a blog fine sir.
That is a cop out
what? nope. not a cop out. This is why crime is running rampant. Not a Cop Out!
sigh
I will get on it… need to advertise
I’m not even close to drunk… I’m stone cold sober. I don’t know what happened, I woke up and had some cereal and was still undrunk by noon… crap.
In other news… Julie Julie Julie!
You really are slacking off these days…
I am a poor excuse for a poor excuse.
I excuse your excuses
you are a double slacker… also known as a pair of slacks…
I’m pants?
trousers
Yes, one might say I’m pants.
You pant whenever you see me
It’s the glasses. And the moustache.
I have no doubt
What??? Let them go! The world needs them back! Plus Gwen Stefani….. wow, grrrr, yummmy…
She scares me
The good scary.
sure… why not…
Grrrrrr… oh Gwen….
I will call her Newg…
She may kick your butt.
in a good way?
I need to tweet that…
Perve.
the nerve
TRENT!!!!!!!! TRENTY TRENT TRENT!!!!
T-nert… the Nertster… Nert-o-rama…
Nert-o-rama-damma-ding-dong. Nert-olicious. Nert-tastic. Nert-appeal. Nertorable. Flirty T-nerty! Ok, that one got me…. 🙂
yeah… let’s go with that last one
Julie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Julie Julie Julie!!!! Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuliiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sigh
Why are you sighing, my man?
Who knows
X O TRENT! I am right here!!
Simmer down
come on. 31,400 is so close. Do I have to do this myself?
yep, iffin ya wanna see that magical number, Ima guessin you better git at it….
heeeheeeheeee! didja like that? It was my John Wayne impression! I sounded just like him didn’t I? 😀
I just did the Cajun guy from the Waterboy movie
you can do it…
I have a lot going on… Mollie starts school tomorrow
It must be time to shake this tree again to see what kinda nuts fall out! YOOOOO HOOOOOO! The scruffy one! Yes, you! Which way to the pool?? 😀
Just down the street. OK lady. I love you lady. bye bye lady. I love you.
If you haven’t heard that you should. It’s from Anamaniac’s, My son has been saying that to me lately. The ok lady part. The other part was from a big ole hairy biker’s vacation to Vegas. Yooo hoo. hilarious.
I like a good mix of quotes
Julie-Tiny Toons “How I Spent My Vacation.” A classic. “Wait, I’m sorry. That’s orange hi-tops.”
http://aliensubtitles.com/movies/Tiny+Toon+Adventures+How+I+Spent+My+Vacation/English-subtitle-ssjumy/peek
whee
HA! I got Cheech and Chong immediately into my brain. Sister Mary Elephant and the writing assignment ‘what I did on my summer vacation’. class, Class, CLASS! hahaha!
I am a fan of those guys…
Yay… it is almost time for a reunion… when I finish the trip pictures.
HA! You and I were the only nuts to fall out so far…. Dan? Trent? Jennifer?? Al?? Hasty?? helloooooooooooo???
Try typing replies to some of their comments… they can’t ignore that.
yes they can. I think they might be masters of ignorance. hahahaha.
ouch
I just meant that I have done that and it is like being in a vacuum sometimes. You know I love them. That and I thought it was a funny statement. Which it may or may not have been but I kinda giggled when it came about…
if you can’t make fun of the minions, who can you make fun of?
Yeeeeeeeeeeeees? You called? Julie Julie Julie!
You all may have to reply to comments to get more people here.
Ah crap. Well, you wake up, you go to work, you dwell like a troll in this comment thread, and then you vomit. And that’s just Monday morning. It’s off to work I go…
sorry
Projectile vomitting can be fun.
Only when you do it at people
Never vomit into the wind. And never flatulate while vomiting.
Seriously, some people would pay for advice like this…
I did that post about the time I almost died on the sea scout boat… best vomiting in the wind story ever.
I think I might have read it… can’t remember. Brain fried.
deep fat fried
I thought it was “don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask of the ole Lone Ranger and you don’t mess around with Jim. doot doo dadoot doot doot doot doot doot”
that too
YAY!!! I love me some Trent!! whoop whoop whoop!!
steady on…
And I love me some Julie. Let the party start! Art, stop pooping in the corner, you’re making the dip taste awful.
sure I am
HAHAHAHA… Ahhhhhhhh, just like home!
Uh….
Whoa boy…
Ummmmmm
Now I know why it took longer to open this post… you already got over 31,000 comments. What an idea, well I shall be part of it. Quite some work to reply to so many comments! Good luck to reaching this goal!
Thanks so much. You are now a part of history!
Yay, that sounds great! Thanks!
Well, you did it, not me.
My friend, please be aware that if you sign on as a minion, expect all meals to be comprised of a hearty yet odorous gruel, followed by one or two sips of highly questionable grog. Our auspicious leader, meanwhile, has been known to chow down on hefty slabs of steak, and when the cow runs out, the occasional minion. But we of course love our fair-hearted, moustachioed and sunglass’d leader. You will be pleased to know that I, as Head Minion, have nominated you for bathing duty. Bring steel wool and some industrial soap. And a gas mask.
Wait… did I give you the option to promote people? When did that happen… how drunk did you get me?
You’ll never know, but it was really good and there are plenty of photos. And as Head Minion, I am tasked with the recruitment of additonal minions, as I think you ate a few dozen there. Hence the industrial-strength toothpicks in the garage… minions are terribly stringy, but I think you would have better luck ingesting them if you didn’t eat the more questionable parts.
Minions have no taste at all
You have to really season them.
Tis the seasoning… okay… back soon…
I go to drink beers now. Oh yes. Oooooohhhhh yesssss….
you go, boy
I hope you smash the target and then some. Great idea.
Oh… we will… mostly because wordpress has been unable or unwilling to tell us what the record is… HA! And thanks.
That is probably because you broke their own record.
I should really just tell myself that.
I think the not knowing tends keep spurring the whole project on even further!
It always does.
We should announce it to a newspaper that this is the post with the most comments. Then they will be either forced to deny or confirm that it is and then we will have them by the short and curlies!
Well, get on it!~
This is the record now, yo. I’m pretty sure anyhow.
We better double it… just to be safe… and I mailed Julie a copy of all three of my books… signed and stamped with my face… today… oh yeah… she loves me more…
Julie Julie Julie! She’s all class, that one. Crikes man, I’m almost finished meee book. 150,000 words. It’s flippin monumental. And when done, my first order of business is editing your stuff, that I can promise.
That is a lot of words… are they good ones?
They make my heart sing. I’ve never written anything better. Course that probably means not much at all, but I am so damn proud of myself it hurts.
Writing should hurt
I didn’t say it didn’t hurt. But they picked a way of being together, in the end, that is awesome. It was worth the pain.
I feel you
I still laugh every time I read parts of my novels
Why aren’t you famous yet?
Good question
You should be. You are a true artist and you’re funny. And you give a crap about your art.
I seem to give a crap… next best thing…
so when do I get my signed copy Trent?? When huh? how long do I have to wait??
…ooo…
Ugh, I have exactly September to finish this thing, and get it out the door. Then October writing short stories for submissions! And I truly have time for neither.
Bummer
I think it’s exciting.
Sure
When done, I want a signed copy….
Done!
Is it?
I am not just saying that Trent…. I really mean it.. Don’t make me get stern..
Howard Stern…
I don’t know if I could handle stern-Julie…. Julie Julie Julie!
Try it
“Go here. Comment. I will ‘like’ your last five posts if you do.”
That was my ‘comment’ when I shared this on FB.
Cheers!
“And I may even join you on “Farmville” or whatever stupid FB game you are currently loving.” (and stupidly ‘inviting’ me to join.)
NOT!
Hahahaha (Wish I had had the presence of mind to post THAT!)
Cheers My Friend.
uh……….
Sorry… I forget who has been and gone… because I’m old… and there are a crap load of people in the world.
You’ll do fine.
Yep. Lots of folks in da wurl.
funny you should say it like that…
🙂 what was the FB response?
good question
Mark Zuckerberg told Art to stop taking all the traffic away from Farmville with his blog, so Art set the squirrels on him. You should have seen it, the whole thing was nuts.
🙂 Lol. It’s a shame I missed it.
Perhaps it is for the best, it was a fearsome battle. Art recorded some of the screams to play randomly to annoy his neighbors and scare small children out of his way to ensure speedy grocery runs.
It never gets old.
I would have that noise as the door chime to my house. Should take care of unwanted visitors in a jiffy.
I suppose
If that doesn’t get them then the electrified fence, the alligator pit and the strategically placed whoopee cushions should do the trick
That is a strange place to stick a whoopee cushion… seems kinda redundant…
It is all on video…
What! Where?
Security cams… all over the place…
What did you miss? What did I miss? Art, did I miss something? I may have.
You missed twelve things.
Twelve? Ah crap.
yup
O yea! We missed the whole facebook thing….. Apparently it was a huge juicy event.
“A huge juicy event”… That’s EXACTLY why I started blogging in the first place.
The whole thing is huge and juicy
That’s what she said.
And she was looking at your knee…
And a civil war, two elections, three births, a new vehicle, a wedding, a funeral and hot dogs…
He had it coming.
see?? this is why I do not facebook. Violence and nitpickery.
The pickiest of nitery.
I keep trying to make you ascii flowers, but I also keep failing miserably. Therefore, as much as it pains me to make you get your own flowers, smoochums:
http://chris.com/ascii/index.php?art=plants/flowers
Funny you should mention that… I was planning on doing some ascii type of posts today until people read my history of the Mideast post
Hi there it’s me, I am also visiting this web page daily,
this web site is in fact fastidious and the people are really sharing good thoughts.
I too have given much thot to the articles enclosed here, and will tell my sister about the good information… wait… we are talking like spam, right? If English is your second language, you must think I am a jerk… on second thought, I have now offended you no matter what… so sorry about that… thanks for stopping by…
And WP and Akismet catch a link to a verboten vacation website and take me down. fro 39 hours and this slips through the iron fist and onto your blog. Go figure. Maybe it’s an online sight featuring DIY videos of some sort, or a retail sight featuring feminine hygiene products. See, I’m still around and reading.
and yet no mention of the fact that not only did I sum up the whole history of Judea and Palestine in one post made it funny as hell…
Haven’t been reading a lot lately. Night work ’til 5:30AM, dentists, doctors, wife in hospital, on and on. Barely able to finish my own post and reply to one or two comments. No post for this coming week yet. I saw your post and got as far as the Babylonians, Persian and Romans occupying the Holy Lands and then my SIL called to say my MIL was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital after falling and I got distracted. None of that funny as hell. I could have used the comic relieif today had things gone differently. So how were the last 4 days for you?
I am sorry to hear about your wife. I hope she is well. Things are fine for me, although my brother was on a plane over the Atlantic and a lady died of a heart attack.
Haven’t been reading a lot lately. Night work ’til 5:30AM, dentists, doctors, wife in hospital, on and on. Barely able to finish my own post and reply to one or two comments. No post for this coming week yet. I saw your post and got as far as the Babylonians, Persian and Romans occupying the Holy Lands and then my SIL called to say my MIL was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital after falling and I got distracted. None of that funny as hell. I could have used the comic relieif today had things gone differently. And here I am trying to catch up at 1AM. So how were the last 4 days for you?
Oh Dan! So sorry to hear of your worries! You are forgiven for the Dan sized hole! Sending prayers for your situation, and hugs cause I like you…
yeah… what she said
reunion time
LOL!
oh yeah
do you actually know what the record is?
No… because wordpress refuses to tell us… well, they say they don’t know, but that is hard to believe.
The record is whatever the count is currently on this post, it’s hard to tell actually cause each time someone says something here the record gets broken! 🙂 Welcome and have fun! If you have a spare day, you could read the comments and try to make sense of the conversations, it’s a lot of fun. Or you could just wait for Art to publish the book after he has done the editing and made sense of it for us…..
yeah… don’t wait for that…
reunion time
You want me to spam this here comment section some more?
Yes… but only the high-grade spam.
This comment thread is the gift that keeps on giving – is there no stopping this juggernaut?
well obviously not
Must cost a fortune in electricity
I think it does.
Bet when the bill comes it is quite a shock, eh?
Ask the minion in charge of the bills.
Is he paid a poultry sum to deal with this?
A paltry poultry of a pittance.
Sounds like a load of old quack to me.
It all is.
You have to beak careful in this life or there are some things you will fall fowl of.
sigh
Bit too far on the puns? Sorry, sometimes I just can’t help myself and just have to dive in
You are going to get stuck…
In a webbed toe of intrigue
that too
what?? I thought all the minions got a turn riding the stationary bike to generate electricity?! ART??????
Not the high ranking ones.
But your combs and brushes are wired for the static electricity.
Art told me that bike powers his 80 inch Plasma TV screen but sssshhhhh! Don’t tell anyone or he might get a bit miffed.
I have to have some perks.
Any more that you care to tell us about, in the interests of full disclosure?
You don’t want to know, trust me.
Now I want to know even more.
you say that
You bet I do
yes… I do
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, I do, I do, I do, I do too!
………………ooooooooooooooooo000000000000000
……..weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
what are we… good old boys?
doesn’t that get followed up with “pig pig pig pig PIGGIE!!”?
undoubtedly
dust and vasoline! brilliant!
sweet
guess what stationary bike is about to get very very dusty?
I’m going to take a very wild, shot in the dark here but my gut is telling me….yours?
ha
Just helps to absorb the minion sweat on the seat…
Oh yeah, the dust is gonna be so thick even Trent won’t be able to find that bike!
Fill his bunk bed with dust… that’ll show him.
what a good idea! don’t tell!
I never do.
“dust and vasoline! brilliant!”
wrong place again… Lots of dust and some vasoline. Like a mud patty. yuck.
oh man… that would work
I get it now, there’s good times for all when I am busy elsewhere! 80″ plasma tv watching, delicacy appeitzers, huh! Don’t worry about me, just toss me some minion kibble and tell me to keep peddling….
Only the best quality kibble for minions, with extra crispy bacon bits.
keep telling yourself… and the other minions… that
I’d do anything for love….of bacon
or the love of Kevin Bacon
I know, right? Doesn’t he have the sexiest name in the world? I’m changing mine to Bacon Bacon
or just Mr. Pig
Captain Baconater. Or maybe The Duke of Baconshire.
spam… bacon flavored spam
Don’t be like that… none of the other minions get to watch my TV either…
well, who doesn’t love bacon?!
Uh… pigs?
Bacon Bacon! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
don’t encourage him
nope, done peddling. the dust is so thick on that baby you can’t even get into the room!
a whole room full of dust would be pretty funny when somebody opened the door
Sorry, but changing his name to Bacon Bacon was just too funny! Part of the movie Flatliners was actually filmed in my home town. Kevin Bacon was there! In Person! IN MY LITTLE HOME TOWN!!! I should have gone to say hi to him.
can you say: restraining order?
It’s hardly stalker if he comes to my home……
good point
You passed that one without any help from me. You are over 31,000 now.
holy moley…
reunion time
Out on a safari looking for the big game?
end of the final quarter…
So who won?
everybody
Ooops, one of those win, win situations!
we have a winner…
You’ve been stacking the deck?
well, yeah
However did you, know that you have been using a magical deck, now unstackable…
You mean like glued together into a brick???
Yaa, those ones…
I love those ones
Now you’re delusional such as i?
Always have been
Sure take the pow out of my parade!
is it a powade?
So sorry a grievous error on my part!
not at all
Boy are you easy, want to buy a bridge?
I already have two of them.
Maybe you would like to sell one?
I might need them.
What ever for?
crossing gaps, bad teeth, burning behind me, whatever.
You’ve got to watch those behind you…
yeah you do
No there all over in the bushes down the block, theres no shaking them.
the bushes?
You know behind a tree?
I have been behind a few trees in my day…
LIke hide and seek?
sure… let’s go with that
i like that better than tag, what is count at?
I haven’t checked in a while.
Ready or not, here i come…
HA!
Tiered of playing the game?
Not really
Well now, how about getting Willie a goat, think of all the cheezes…
Love that goat cheese… and it could keep the yard mowed.
What about goat chops?
with goat cheese
Double timing again i see…
Not in so many words.
A single word will do?
no
Maybe two?
sure, why not?
Aww come on one more won’t hurt?
won’t it?
Remembering prospective!
can’t forget that.
No doubt you’re as cool in person…
I try to be
its all natural for you…
I am almost all all natural… or is that au natural
Hey, Big Guy you went to school, i’m sorry other things were on my mind, like trying to survive…
I didn’t go to school very long
Willie part 3
Did you get Willie a new pet?
That is not my place to do.
just a little kitty, awww!
HA!
Lions, Tigers and Bears O-My!
Oh yeah
Maybe the odd nephew?
All my relatives are odd.
And yourself?
I am the oddest of all.
Tell us something we don’t already know!
With regards the sand, we could use a little more on the beaches here?
Is that a question?
i believe so, however i am an addict…
still?
What mean still i’m in for life until the dopes gone…
I don’t know exactly what that means
NO Desire to quit drugs at all…
I find that just a little sad.
Glad you have an opinion, personally am me!
I have some first hand experience.
Now this is true…
yup
ha, ha,ha!
oh yeah
i had a thought, funny how we can sit around on the computer all day…
i wonder what the rest of society does?
who cares?
Well said, so how the fishing out in the desert?
Not bad.
Catch and release…..
HA!
You’ll fish the hole out in time…
uh…
Twis now we’re getting lucky…
uh… so to speak…
Give us a kiss big guy….
But if I do that for you I have to do it for everybody… HA!
Pitter Patter lets get at her…
sigh
Did you bring your umbrella?
not much call for those in these parts.
What no rain or snow, nothing falling from the sky?
Maybe some rain a few times a year.
Only a few times, boy you’re styling it!
If you like living in a desert.
The desert no ocean?
We have one of those too.
What with all that sand?
Some of our sand is beaches.
No-Wonder we’re lacking sand in Vancouver BC Canada?
I love Vancouver.
Me too, sometimes i don’t believe Vancouver loves me in trying moments…
life can be like that anywhere
You think there are others going through what i do everyday?
I am positive of it
I would like to meet just one?
You should do that
How me? Not really a people kind kid…
People can be scary.
tell me about it, most times i won’t look in the mirror….
Keep the inside beautiful.
First one must clean up the mess
I hear that
Dare i ask?
sure you do
i ask anyway. What do you get if you break the record a gold star or a scooby doo sticker?
a gold Scooby doo sticker
Tasty toy, funny man in such little wonderland, truly bold hidden those shiny eyes…
indeed
Are not adding to the count, to a comment tree?
we are adding to the general madness, yes.
Epic. There should be some kind of press release or at least a blurb in your local Penny Saver. You sir, have achieved greatness here :o)
WordPress says it is just a stunt and they won’t do a thing about it. We have more comments here than posts that went viral because they were so obnoxious that thousands of people commented on how stupid the writer was, and we did all this with love.
Jackholes . . . Looks like you’ve made a lot of friends and shared many laughs and I suppose that’s a pretty great reward :o)
We do weird stuff here… we had a contest to see who could flirt with themselves the best, I wrote poems with Hastwords, lots of people made new friends and found new blog buddies. But I have pissed the wordpress overlords off with a few posts and one joke that went sour… I got kicked off for 4 days…
Sounds like a party to me :o) I am going to have to spend an evening scrolling your pages . . .
They want me to edit it all into a book…
Sounds fun, the world needs some laughs.
I have the best followers in the universe.
oh… unless you meant all the pages… or any of the pages… because there is a lot of weird stuff in here… I tried to set up the sidebar and top bar with easy ways to find my music and fun categories. But you can pick a random month and just scroll trough and see what catches your eye… but *** Warning*** if you are a fan of Dick Cheney, do not wander around…
Yeah, not a fan of any politician, so I’m good. I’m looking forward to scrolling.
It’s my whole life down there… it’s a swamp… bring rope… and water…. and boots, a flashlight, food, maybe a gun… and don’t pet the squirrels…
Check :o)
be careful… no insurance…
No worries, if you could peek inside my mind you’d see I have expert experience in navigating through the strange and unusual!
well… you say that now… and this is the cleaned up version of my life that I can share with a family audience.
Lemme know if you get lost, I know my way around these parts pretty well…. 🙂
You are now the official guide.
good cause I am done peddling that darn bike!
you are only supposed to do it 18 hours a day.
WordPress can say what ever they want. Facts is facts.
uh… yeah they are… usually…
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Lookit that wouldja?? just like that you have over 31,000. Huh.
that is almost 50,000
yep, closer to 50,000 than to nothing!
well said
Let’s just round it up to 50k and start from there – do it quickly Art while WordPress ism’t looking.
the overlords are always looking…
Those Dark Overlords – where’s Howard the Duck when you need him?
Making bad movies on some other planet?
Falling fowl of some other foe no doubt
Say that five times fast.
Nope. If I can’t fight it or fiddle with it then forget it.
I find fiddling and forgetting fantastically fortuitous but of fighting, I am no fan.
OK let’s forget the fighting and just forgive and forget then falsify the records before taking flight. Fabulous.
good.
Positively faboo.
faboobulous
Ha! He said boob
I frequently do… when you are around… snap
We’re just a couple of boobies
we should probably be separated… lifted and separated…
Inseparable
spam
Ditto
right
Been there,Done that. WP is always looking.
Even while we sleep…
They never seem to find me, I’m always ducking and diving.
Like a duck looking for food?
Like a dude looking for a fu….I’ve not thought that one through properly, have I? I’ll go wash my mouth out.
eliminate the middle man.
He is the glue that holds it all together. Take him out of the equation and everything goes limp.
you said it, not me
I am rubber, you are glue
I am a rubber, and you are goo… I am just here to keep you contained… (and to amuse the hell out of myself)…
You must be easily amused then
uh… hello
Hi!
spam
they have no effect on me either…..
I try to rub their rhubarb the wrong way by writing really looooong tags on my posts and I’ve been getting away with it ever since I started blogging. My God, it’s beautiful and also it draws in the odd hit of traffic too.
do tell
My tags are sometimes anecdotes and mini-stories unto themselves and all the while I get away with it I shall continue to do so in my posts!
I might try that… I invented the endless titles…
It definitely has the funny effect of drawing the odd new person to my posts, particularly if you stuff them with twists on popular sayings, quotes and pop culture
and anything about rainbows, unicorns and poo
Exactamondo
you got spammed… a few times…
oh
what? We were gonna start over, due to some mistake made somewhere along the line…
We do not make mistakes…
If we have to start again then I’m calling my congressman. Or woman. There will be hell to pay. I will be ruddy miffed, let me tell you.
yeah you will be
What did I do? I ain’t dun nuffin’, I’m clean as a whistle
a whistle that everybody slobbered all over
And since I am here I might as well say just how much I adore you. Just how awesome I think you are. And since this thread is bound to get lost in all the other lovely comments. Dare I say, I love you ART ya big silly, loveable, manly, big hearted, bundle of joy you are!
okay… you can say all that… if you want to… thanks…
Be Careful! There won’t be enough room in here for us minions! Somewhere back there I promised to tell him I loved him with every comment. It got old for me quicker than it did for him, but he finally admitted that it was, in fact getting old for him too so I was allowed to stop. (besides you just saying what we all were thinking anyway) 😉
Yea…I say it once and if you don’t get it then sorry boutcha lol
It is like feeding a starving animal…. Art likes his compliments!
I am self-centered… everybody knows this.,..
noooooo you don’t say 🙂 lol
he is a cute starving animal
woof
You are born minion material.
I love me my minions…
time for a reunion…
I love minion chow so I guess I must start working so I can maintain my minion figure
It takes a lot of calories to maintain the oval lozenge shape.
I would have to scroll forever to comment
A minion’s work is never done.
The good news is, once you say hi to a few people, and you can pick them from near the top of the page, they will probably answer you back, and then all your replies add to the score.
And I bet scrolling takes less time than sticking your face on a minions did… HA!
I thought about that and then I smiled at how incredibly sweet it is
I am just teasing… you don’t owe me anything.
It gets tiresome, but there is some really funny stuff tangled up in here! It is worth the work.
This is the center of the freeking universe!
I was really quite worried
So was I…
Not to worry! wait–what were you worried about? Should I be worrying too?? Oh dear! *wrings hands**
I worried already and got it out of the way so now we can move on to second guessing and paranoia 🙂
oh yeah… avoid the Christmas rush… and have you met Julie yet? I mean, before now… she is head minion in charge of making dust… and some other things… like greeting new minions and making them feel at home… and keeping this place going… and stuff.
Yea I think I kind of have a crush on her. Hope that is ok.
oh… that is more than okay…
how much would be too much you think. Should I share a smore with her?
Who’s making smores? Better make s’more smores for the rest of us.
I will make a billion s’mores
No way. You don’t have time to make that many s’mores with all the writing, skating, traveling, and rubber band fighting you do. REALLY liked the piece in Sister Wives today, by the way. Sorry things happened that way and that you can’t erase that one thing, but it has all made you the very special person you are with the most beautiful eyes ever. Liz Taylor’s eyes had nothing on yours and it looks like HK has them too. Lucky kid and happy kid.
Swoon and thanks 🙂
…ooo000ooo…
Have you ever seen more beautiful eye Arthur?. We’ll disallow immediate family for the moment.
Hey, I had the honor of being allowed access to a bunch of her pictures… of her and her family… for use in my hilarious blog series: the Hastywords war… (you should really check those out)… and I must admit, I spent hours looking at those eyes… you know… as an artist… and I was more than entranced.
She should look into modeling eye makeup and glasses.
yeah she should
I keep telling her that… if she knew how men really see her, she would turn red, slap all our faces, and turn into a conceited monster.
No argument here.
for a change
Let’s not be poking the bear with the stick, children.
but that’s why we have a bear, isn’t it?
So it would seem. Just don’t get upset if you lose a hand in the process. There will be inherent risk in picking up the stick.
I need a longer stick.
Don’t we all. The stuff dreams are make of.
sigh
I like having you here…
scoot over your crowding me lol 🙂
I am a snuggly bear
don’t spoil my minions!!!
Nothing worse than the smell of spoiled minions.
tell me about it… some of them don’t smell that good when they are fresh…
I like the Kool-aid for population control. You get tear in your eyes when you try to chop minions up.
dude… we have a big incinerator…
All we need now is a big vat of oil and a bowl of batter. Crunchy fried minion rings.
And boiling oil is good for pouring on James Bond when he attacks our lair.
Okay… but I want pictures
You should know by now I take pictures of EVERYTHING
sweet
yes, it is much safer to poke the monkey….
with a banana
omg. I finally found some pictures of her! You guys are right! She’s beautiful!
Tell her that.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? pshaw! why oh why would I be the object of your crush?? Do you have me mistaken for someone else?? Are you drinking already?? I’m so confused!
Are you kidding me? You are like a bright sparkling glittery disco ball in this strange kingdom art created. And I am not drinking yet because I haven’t misspelled anything yet 🙂
oooohhh…. I do need a glittery disco ball… in fact, I need two of them, but let’s not get into that… but no disco…
lol
This got spammed for some reason…
OHHHH really? How about this one
LLLLOOOOOOLLLLLL
you know I hate that L thing
I do haha
sigh
Awww big kiss to make it better
yay
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I have an interesting history with Kentucky…
We aren’t regressing to your staking and hanging days once again are we?
we might be
Interesting, huh? Is this going to be boring, long, or both. ;P
I can’t tell it here anyway… so… neither?
See… cute, funny, a bit sarcastic with a hint of low self-esteem… you two were made for each other. HA!
wait-who was made for each other?
you and Hasty
See. She is drinking already.
ha
You must have me mistaken for someone else…. or maybe one of my other personalities? I know you like the fuzzy green snowflake!
Now you are just an angry green box shooting triangles out in all directions.
not angry. confused and static-y.
Me an Hasty? Made for each other? I am not sure that I should even be mentioned in the same sentence! She is amazing. Really a phenomenal human being.
Birds of a feather.
no, I have a couple hours before the drinking begins. At the moment I am enjoying a Pepsi.
moderation…
EXCELLENT!!! I worry about everything all the time. See? You had me worried that I wasn’t worried!
I will do your worrying for you.
I was more worried you were over worrying about not being worried but I can see I was worried about nothing 🙂
I have a worry wart… should I be worried about that?
I am worried
HA!
me too. I also have a worry rock.
Of course you do.
and a weather rock. It tells the weather. If it is wet, it’s raining, if it is hot, it’s sunny, if it is cold and white, it is snowy.
You should sell those.
yeah, and pet rocks too. I could be a hundredaire in 25 or 40 years!
we are going to Maui… someday
Hi Hasty! I’ve seen you around but we haven’t really talked. Welcome to Sillyland! Well it isn’t really all silly… some have been really good conversations.
But don’t count on that…
I love silly, and I think I am happiest when silly so this is perfect.
Oh, we will silly the living crap out of you…
sorry but all my crap is dead
just as well, I suppose.
You def need need more silly in your life H. You and HK need all you can get. She’s a sweety.
This is the place to go to meet people.
We love silly for sure
Speaking of silly, have you seen the rubber band fight comment yet? Go make those guns and be silly.
I think I missed it lol I will go look. what post?
The office supply Viog. Commented this morning so it should be at the very bottom of the list.
ok
just humor him… this is how we got 30,000 comments… one nonsensical thing at a time.
hey
ok
ha
still lost… as usual…
On her blog. There are other blogs out there you know?
I read her blog religiously… well, without the holier-than-thou pompousness and insular close-mindedness and generic fear and hatred and genocidal tendencies against people who disagree with me inherent in most religions… but I don’t always read all the comments.
My comment was post-Art.
oh
who knows?
I knows.
oh… knows
uh… what?
I specialize in silly
You specialize in everything.
I do, don’t I.
I was beginning to wonder where you were….
Being my wonder-ful self elsewhere.
Where no one can see him doing it…
You didn’t see Trent here while I as gone either. Just sayin’.
uh oh
So was he… Ha!
So little me. So many places to be. 🙂
so many jokes I could make about ‘so little you’…
Gotta fill the void somehow.
avoid the void… ooohhh… I gotta tweet that…
I NOSE!!! see? there’s a spoon hanging on it!!
just a spoonful of booger helps the medicine go down…
ummm hummmm. Noted. No Dan. No Trent. Who’s turn is it for the tights and cape?? and what are you doing in that phone booth?
don’t ask…
Asked and answered. Next witness.
I object!
Over ruled. Bailiff, remove the gentleman from the courtroom.
But it’s my courtroom…
Well then, retire to chambers.
I have 6 chambers… and none of them are retired…
See how easy being objectionable is?
I already knew that.
As evidenced.
exhibit A
Impromptu isolation booth.
we need one of those in the secret lair…
Make that two of them. I sometimes spend an inordinate amount to time in them and don’t care to share.
Hence the word ‘isolation’?
Perzackiticaly.
prozakitally
Ooooo! and shoe phones! and a cone of silence!
oh yeah
And we need lots of different sliding doors for the lair…
OMG. Do you think we can keep Dan outta the phone booth long enough to get to the hallway of 100 doors??
He needs his alone time…
Arthur knows me well.
We all do by now…
Somehow that sounds a little less than good.
yup
Sounds like maybe my streak is over and it’s time to be dealt out, cash in what chips I have left and move to a another table, new dealer and a new game.
That sounds like you are leaving us.
Not completely. I do enjoy the eclecticism of your blog and the diversity of the community so I’ll still be reading, but I think it’s time for a sabbatical from my blatherings on PMAO for a while. ” ‘I felt a great disturbance in the force as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror…’ What. him again?” and I was suddenly silenced. Yeah. Going out with yet another iconic cultural quote. Speaking of iconic quotes. check the mail. I thought it an amusing end to this comment that your sense of humor could appreciate but didn’t want to fill up your gigs by adding the link. Later. We’ll meet again.
I find this ironic after you just told me how much it hurts when someone you like suddenly decides to leave…
Um… did Dan just dump us?
well he sort of dumped me, so… yeah… I guess so.
Didn’t dump ya. Still subscribin’. Still readin’. Still likn’. Just keeping my own special brand of chatter down for a while. You guys enjoy the peace while you can. It won’t last forever. Nothing temporal does.
temporarily temporal?
Sounds about right.
it does, doesn’t it.
oh, so now you’re gonna be like that guy that hangs out in the bushes peeking in the windows??
who is… me? not me…
You wish. Just taking some time off. Okay?
Nobody is guilt tripping you for leaving a big Dan-shaped hole in our lives… HA!
Full court press?
so to speak
(Pssssst…if Trent suddenly shows up, I think we have proof!)
HA!!!
HA!! you will have to fight for space with my other stalkers! bahahahah!
No doubt.
It is very difficult to be silly and NOT be happy. It is like trying to skip without smiling. Can’t be done.
I can do it… I am that good…
YAY!!! Second guessing and Paranoia! MY FAVORITE!!!
You do have a gift…
And smores
oooooooooooohhhhhh yeah
wait, isn’t that Kool-aid??
uh… don’t drink the Kool-Aid… that is how I get rid of extra unwanted minions… I should put a label on that…
“oooooooooooohhhhhh yeah”
that part. HEY KOOL AID! then came that part, the ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh yeah.
I am also guessing that Hasty likes s’mores. I can do these things cause I am kinda like a mind reader….
kinda like
You should all be worried all the time… just sayin’…
I am.
phew
why is 6 afraid of 7?
I know this one
good thing cause no one else cares!
maybe not
the early bird gets the worm.
Watch your worm, Arthur.
gone fishing!
So it’s just you and me, Kid?
Art may be concentrating on growing back his ‘stash….
but I am growing it someplace new
where? Ohio, or your ankle??
maybe both
I bet you could probably sculpt one into your chest hair! What an amazing idea!
shave everything but a giant mustache right above my bellybutton… which would be my mouth… and the nipples would be eyes… that might be fun…
Nipples are always fun until you scrape one with a fingernail or they get irritated in the cold.
I may have to do a Photoshop picture of that…
squid
I am a master at baiting my hook with my worm
I am not touching that one.
In light of this, you still sully and besmirch my character.
I did no such besmirching or sullying!
Talking about Art letting you get away with flirting and calling me out on it all the time. He’s just jealous. 🙂
you ought to
why did you make wordpress mad? What did you do?
which one of us???
Dan. WordPress got mad at Dan.
He has moved into the big leagues
good for you
I always do
WHAT DID YOU DO?? WHY DID YOU MAKE WORDPRESS MAD??
It was the follow up Gift 2 post. I was strongly centered around hotels and had almost many photo that were attributed to Hilton Embassy Suite properties and a photo of Hilton Embassy Niagara with the name on the hotel. I think they thought I was promoting Hilton or it was flagged as spam. The don’t bother telling you. An algorithm just flags you and takes you down. You then are left writing a blind appeal to them and it can take days to resolve. In the meantime you wait and wonder if your stuff will be deleted and you have no records or archive if they do delete it.
I do that a lot
I can’t link to your blog it said you were suspended or shut down for a VIOLATION.
I click on every once in a while to check and get the same thing.
who… me???
Art, we’re here.
oh… right
Pay attention here people. She’s talking about MY blog. Check your email, Arthur.
HA! it just now hit me. Dan was violating. How unusual (done in my best Steve Martin)
oh my
if you want a worm
a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
Don’t you have someplace to be…now?
What? I AM someplace!
didja ever hear Harry Chapin’s Better Place to Be?? really good tune. I got to see him before he died.
So you were the last thing Harry Chapin saw before he died? JINX
maybe?? I am sure I made such an impression on him in that small crowd that I probably was.
as long as they don’t die while they are looking right at you, no harm, no foul
He died in a car crash.
he could have been looking at you as you walked down the street
I crashed a motorcycle once because of a girl in really short short on a bike… fortunately, it wasn’t my motorcycle… that was in Columbus Ohio.
I don’t believe I was looking at a girl across the street but it did walk into a light post once.
short shorts… not short short…
He was on an expressway. No sidewalks. No, I think he spotted me in the crowd and remembered me, cause I am so memorable.
I’m sure you are
HA
You could still see him… but it would take work and not be much fun
Maybe I need to be someplace else then.
Anywhere is a better place to be.
hey now
is that a threat?
it’s a song.
oh
HA!
we are all someplace
but if you do it too often you need a new medicine
I could also have gone with: not diabetes medicine
and a little “math magic” for my challenged allies… We have 11 fingers. Count backwards on one hand, “10, 9, 8, 7, 6″….then hold up the other, “plus 5 is 11!”
Shouldn’t you be at work?
shhhh…I am….
oh yeah… I am a bad influence
she works with her fingers
uh oh… I have 14
were they all on your hands Art? those things on you feet are called ‘toes’ even if yours are as long as some peoples fingers…
I do have monkey toes…
a penny saved is a penny earned.
a Penny shaved
an Arthur shaved….Leave Penny out of this!
please… because she is my sister in law
an apple a day keeps the doctor away
so they say
so we continue to play
that should have been AND. and we continue to play. Yeah, I like that better.
either way
yup
Never bite when a simple growl will do.
at least have a safe word
pookie.
Pookie. It only works if the other person remembers it too. What were we talking about again???
growling.
Just don’t bite. Well, not TOO hard anyway.
especially when a growl will do. Jeeze you are trying to take this one to the toilet too??
some people live in the toilet… like a floater…
That’s why I prefer safe WORDS. like “Damn, that hurts.”
a well placed slap is just as effective, sometimes moreso.
true enough
ha
spookie
that might be considered racist.
no… ghostist
I think I know racist. Remember it was me that got accused of being a racist for a couple months because I got a Christmas card for the boss that had a polar bear on the front saying how he loved Christmas and everything that goes with it, ESPECIALLY elves! Then on the inside it said “they taste like chicken”. How freaking racist of me! I was dumbfounded but one of the guys in back who isn’t white just threw comments my way for months! Apparently he was really offended.
You’re racist against elves??? They aren’t a real race… and they do taste like chicken.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! You can’t say that! “tastes like chicken” I think that’s the phrase that set off my coworker!
they need to get a life.
I agree, but the comments I had to endure for so long after that. I came very close to just telling him to shut the f up. Instead I just let him go. on and on and on. I have a real nice long coat, I think it’s called sherpa?? swede on the outside with the wool looking lining that is visible at the seams and collar/cuffs. He basically called me a pimp. Pimps wear that kinda stuff. I said no, it isn’t lime green and orange plaid.
Now you are being a pimpist.
rest assured if there is any possible way to be wrong, I will find it!
I never doubted that for an instant… HA!
a stitch in time saves nine.
only 8 when I do it
that’s because you double stitch!
…ooo000ooo…
only you can prevent forest fires
I usually do
objects in mirror are closer than they appear..
we know
seems I am late to the party once again maybe I should aim for being the 31000st comment 😀
We are shooting for at least 50,000… so please come back often, pick random people and reply to their comments… every bit helps.
You hit 30K and we become just “random people?.” We, the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse at your teeming door. Random people? *dejected sigh* And I thought Julie was fickle. I’ll just go sit over here alone in this dark, damp cobweb-infested corner. *gloom*
Entered this direct in the box and not through mail this time.
Uh… you… and I mean specifically you… were always random… and a person… so yeah…
Well, I’m glad we cleared that up.
see, that was so random
Does your corner need dust??
We all need a fine dusting.
tra la la la la!!!!
ha
Maybe a light sprinkling.
hey… did my video work???
?? Clue me.
the video I posted…
Not for me on first try, but I see for others it did.
you can’t see it? because I am doing a longer one soon…
yep worked for me first time, right outta the gate!
yay
or dust one. (but I can cause that is what I am in charge of. That and cracking Art up.)
right you are… now get back to work.
oops. that was supposed to go by the comment you made telling someone to dust a fish…
yeah it was
Just for you Dan, enough to eliminate the dampness!
Pour moi?
pour the dampness
don’t want you catching a cold or anything….
Or anything? How fast do you run? NEVER GIVE UP, ART.
But I do give up
or a hot
what do you feel the need to catch?? I will dust it to make it slower. I’m on your side here Dan, work with me.
try dusting a fish…
what? wait a minute! I run fast enough Mr. Don’t want you catching a cold because being sick is icky. Don’t want you catching me because you are a happily married man. 😀
but is his wife happy?
Very much so. She tell me I’m a good man and I tell her “sometimes.” I tell her she’s better than I deserve and I usually get no argument there. HA
So… typical…
the moistness
the key word there is married. Happily or unhappily. Married is married and all I can offer is friendship, no hanky panky.
There will be no hanky panky originating on this blog.
Darn. And just when I as getting my hanky out of my panky for some fun.♫♪♪ “Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends…”♪♫
you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
I tuned a fish to c-sharp once.
“or dust one. (but I can cause that is what I am in charge of. That and cracking Art up.)”
There. that’s where it was supposed to be…
no rewriting history
there he goes with the musical notes again Art! That is sooo cute! Plus I already said we can be friends. I have no desire to ever be “the other woman”. I like being me too much.
He is just a chronic flirter.
Yes I am. It’s a lot of fun and nobody really gets serious. At least not me. Well, not with the flirting anyway. But I am good at it. Not in person though.
I like you being you too. That’s why I flirt with you. You being you is flirting. Call it friendship if you want, but it’s still flirting. Which Art never does…often.
so that’s my problem is it? When I am being myself and friendly it is really flirty?? I think I get it now! Apparently I am so good at it I don’t even know I am doing it?
That is the best kind of flirting
spam??
spampness
You can never be late to this party, it is one of those all-nighter jobbers. One that is on 24-7, it’s like an illegal rave that is comment heaven!
Like my mouth… open all the time.
Why is your mouth open – are you tired?
It just happens that way.
Maybe your hinges need tightening
I am completely unhinged.
So you’re a swinger then?
You just live right on that low road, don’t you?
Limbo bimbo baby – how low can you go?
once again, you don’t want to know.
That low, huh? Your spine made of rubber?
not my spine… no…
Your spleen?
close enough
What do I win?
Free lifetime subscription… to this blog… and the minion gazette…
Do I get free crayons too?
spam
HAHAHAHAHA!! I saw people with loose head hinges once!
I bet you did.
His hinges have twinges
it impinges on my fringes when I go on binges… but never with syringes,,, he says as he cringes…
It’s when you singes the fringes you gots to be carefulinges
that had tinges of clevertude.
Time for a reunion…
I agree. I’m on a writing spree this weekend so happy to drop by.
Oh yeah… and now I have my own whip… so… game on!
Whoo – Hoo! 🙂
yup
ok, as much as I love you guys, I also love fireworks. Our fest starts tonite and I need to go see the beginning. It starts with fireworks, and ends with them on Sunday. I will walk the 2 miles and hold my babies hands (or not) and we will have a wonderful time. Walking home will stink, but these are the things I will do for fireworks and my babies!
Yay
So how were the fireworks?
They were really good! only 15 minutes to open. I expect Sundays will be spectacular!
Good.
yeah
time for a reunion
Reonion time? Vadalia or yellow Spanish?
Which ones are the purple ones??? ooohh… wait… Maui reonions!!!!
Hi Julie, why did you have fireworks on the 10th of July?
Let’s not get personal… HA!
my birthday is on that day. 🙂
Well that explains the fireworks.