Well, excuse my thrust; but, Frank, I'm rather proud of the fact that you're rather proud of the fact concerning the factualities surrounding the devoidal actualities of redeeming social significance. Hallelujah!
. . . Er, LOL . . . no fair, you took me by surprise . . . The BEST kind!
He-He-Hedg, er, . . . Howard? Are you offering this advice because it's our Thanksgiving this weekend or . . . hehehehe . . . we go to the polls on Tuesday — better celebrated as Frank's Birthday — to DisElect one huge turkey (whom Dubya calls "Steve" which bugs Steve's mom's bum) and who, more to the pintsizer, just today admitted that, not only does he no longer think he'll win a majority, he thinks he might . . . MIGHT . . . lose the election (given the new Listeria Hysteria outbreak today, Northern Ontario being hit by a deadly viral strain of killer streptococcal infection, artists rising up in the thousands across the country, banks refusing to cut interest rates defying the Central Bank of Canada or the rat the photographer snapped in a Chinatown restaurant snacking on the eggrolls)?
Thank you kindly for your AIAO! I'll bear it in mindlessness :).
BRB . . .
Okay, my irony meter's only at 947 right now, whew . . . I've got 53 ways to run for cover!
Well, excuse my thrust; but, Frank, I'm rather proud of the fact that you're rather proud of the fact concerning the factualities surrounding the devoidal actualities of redeeming social significance. Hallelujah!
ReplyDeleteWhile you're being devoid of R. S. S., be sure to watch out for the armor-plated turkeys that show up after you reach 1,000 points.
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ReplyDeleteOMGasping For Air, Ouchie, Ouchie . . . Um, hehe . . .
. . . Er, LOL . . . no fair, you took me by surprise . . . The BEST kind!
He-He-Hedg, er, . . . Howard? Are you offering this advice because it's our Thanksgiving this weekend or . . . hehehehe . . . we go to the polls on Tuesday — better celebrated as Frank's Birthday — to DisElect one huge turkey (whom Dubya calls "Steve" which bugs Steve's mom's bum) and who, more to the pintsizer, just today admitted that, not only does he no longer think he'll win a majority, he thinks he might . . . MIGHT . . . lose the election (given the new Listeria Hysteria outbreak today, Northern Ontario being hit by a deadly viral strain of killer streptococcal infection, artists rising up in the thousands across the country, banks refusing to cut interest rates defying the Central Bank of Canada or the rat the photographer snapped in a Chinatown restaurant snacking on the eggrolls)?
Thank you kindly for your AIAO! I'll bear it in mindlessness :).
BRB . . .
Okay, my irony meter's only at 947 right now, whew . . . I've got 53 ways to run for cover!