I like cake alright. But for breakfast, cereal is the yummiest! Unless you have a maid, of course. In that case, blueberry pancakes are the way to go. Totally outta sight!
…Say, who feels like making a big bowl of popcorn and watching the game show channel with me?
Whoa – too deep! I don’t get all the subtext in that message!!!
Maybe you should try something a little more shallow.
I had a maid, but then the wife found out about her. Boy was she ticked.
What does this have to do with the hermeneutics of meaning?
Cool! I’m gonna tell all my friends it’s safe to read your blog again! Have you tried Dunkin’ Donuts chocolate-dipped French crullers? They’re the bomb. But I call ‘em “freedom crullers.”
You know what makes me laugh?
Everybody Loves Raymond makes me laugh.
It’s funny because it’s so true!! I do love Raymond. Everybody does.
I’m sorry, MayBee, I didn’t follow any of that. Who’s this “Raymond” guy? Should I love him too?
I hope not, ‘cause that’d just be grody to the max.
A pinball machine’s response to less “pedantic” protein wisdom: post number 1:
grinnnnnnnnd…..thyunk..
rollrollroll……..
ding!
ding!
ding ding!!
rolllllllll………
Racists!
ding!
ding!
I don’t. I hate that loud-mouthed bore.
NAZI!!!!
ME! I’ll bring the popcorn. Be right over…
Synchronicity- at the very moment I read this entry, I was sitting down with a bowl of “Apple Jacks”.
This means something
Hmmhmm hmm hmm…
hmm hmmhmm hmm!
the flavor of fruit…
If I’ve got a shirt that’s 60% cotton and 40% polyester, should I set my iron on “Cottons” or “Synthetic”?
I’d prefer to listen to the Raspberries “Go All the Way” because of the understated subtext of 1973 power pop.
Blueberries just make your tongue purple. Ironic, huh?
Still, Arlen Specter’s rise from Mayberry RFD eye doctor to heading up the Senate Judiciary Committee is both astounding and under reported.
Or was he the eye doctor on Happy Days?
ANTI-NIHILIST NAZI!!!
You know, after 20 some-odd years, Rush’s Subdivisions is still a rockin’ good song. Suburban kids will always have to “conform or be cast out.”
And Alex Lifeson was arrested in Naples, Florida last year. Fighting with cops. Got probation.
Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Sorry Jeff not really in a mood for popcorn. Just saw ‘Hostel’. Slasher flix always gets me moody. The hero getting to kick some Eurotrash slashers ass was ok. Just could done without the eyeball scene.
Call me when Match Game ‘76 comes on. I’m hoping it’ll be the episode where Charles Nelson Reilly’s and Britt Sommers’ gigantospecs throw down in a Texas cage match. With Richard Dawson on play-by-play and Nipsey Russell on commentary, of course.
Or anything with Wink Martindale and his stiletto microphone of doom.
I was called “pedantic” once – by a client.
I had to go home to look the word up.
Q: Can one be pedantic if one doesn’t know the meaning of the word?
-Steve
I’m staggered, astounded by the artistry of the contrast of this faux-peasant posting with the sleek integrated hyper-articulate riposte milieu of the just previous example. Quelle blague! Quelle genie!
You know what I hate? Circus midgets.
But what do we mean when we say “yummiest…?”
Too many threee-syllable words.
Grits, dammit, GRITS I SAY, will not be denied. Just ask the opossum!
TW: much, as in “Grits are much more glutinous than oatmeal.”
Lamp posts, because motorcycles don’t have doors.
What’s the deal with the “black box?” It’s the only part of the plane that survives the crash… why don’t they make the whole plane out of the black box?
Did’ya ever notice how listening to Andy Rooney’s voice is so annoyingly like having bumblebees live in your head? I mean, the guy has this whine that just won’t go away, even when you beat him unmercifully about the head and shoulders with a large Kielbasa.
Trust me, I’ve tried. But the bees just won’t go away. Not even the vicious mixture of Clozepam and Thorazine my Chiriopracter prescribed stops ‘em these days…
No matter where you go in life, there you are.
Wherever you go, that’s the place to be. “Isn’t this great!?!”
“Hey, you just don’t know Damone.”
The lady will have the linguini in white clam sauce, and a coke with no ice…
I’m in. But only if we can have Jiffy Pop in the groovy aluminum packaging.
I mean, c’mon, what’s the deal with retro TV and modern popcorn, anyway? Ya gotta commit.
APF, what’s next, 7-11 jokes? Hey, what part of the chicken is the McNugget, anyway?
I dunno Rat…I’m kinda busy…
I come for the strudel, it’s great.
“No shirt”
“No shoes”
“No dice”
Learn it, live it, love it….
La Costeña pickled jalapeños, corn chips (they must be Mission, in the brown bag), and Shiner Bock.
Is Win Ben Stein’s Money still on? Try channel 164…
Regards,
Ric
tw: once upon a time, in the power tools aisle at MacGuckin’s…
Why do mice have small balls?
Not many of them can dance.
Who are the ad wizards that came up with this one?
I mean, I know! [/seinfeld voice]
“Dude, that’s my skuullll!!”
This post, and the comments so far, are the funniest thing I’ve read in years.
H/T to tongueboy for the best random band name ever: “Wink Martindale and the Stiletto Microphones of Doom”.
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