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Here I am!
I couldn't post earlier because my ISP wouldn't let me get online.
(Insert disgruntled noise here)
But hey, I'm here now.
And I have marvelous news.
Someone has bought a variety of items from my JannaMart post!
It's amazing how much more appreciated you feel after someone has bought an autographed square of your underwear.
Today I learned that no matter how much you might be craving ice cream, you should not have any when it's 13 degrees outside (with a wind chill of 2 degrees above zero). You will only be left shivering and muttering incoherent fantasies about bathing in hot chocolate with marshmallows.
On a completely unrelated note, here's a picture of a guy wearing a costume that resembles a dead rat in a trap. Not sure why he doesn't seem to have any arms.
9 comments:
I beg to differ.
My fantasies about bathing in hot chocolate are neither incoherent nor with marshmallows. They do, however, involve several women.
You know. Women.
Who else would change the channels for me while I relax?
But I thought you liked it cold.
Well, I guess you should stick to TACOs and CAKE.
*backs out the door slowly...*
Obviously he doesn't have any arms because he gnawed them off in an effort to escape. D'uh!
Whall: There's this new thing called a "remote" that will change the channels for you without the need to enslave other human beings. :)
Travis: Here's the scary thing: I used to LOVE cold weather. The colder the better. But the older I get, the more I enjoy NOT being cold. I am feeling very old today...
Gwen: No! Wait!
XUP: I LOVE IT!!! That's hilarious. :)
It only gets worse, Ms. J.
After a few more years, cold makes things hurt.
DaOldMan: Ack! That's exactly what my mom says!
Hot Fudge! Or Fired Ice Cream... two doable solutions.. except I haven't figured out how to fry ice cream at home. It turns into really oily milk.
Marilyn: Oooooh! Hot fudge!
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