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Vanessa, I’m in Oxford. They keep saying spring will come but it hasn’t happened. I miss Oklahoma weather! 70 one day, 40 the next.
These encoded titles are becoming slightly confusing. Perhaps Dooce is a member of an inconspicuous organization of bloggers.
Four-letter words ending in “k” – her method is clear. However, what does this mean and, more importantly, why?
Even her pages are bottomed-off with “DORK”. There is no coincidence to this people. I smell…
Sara, I love Oxford, it’s gorgeous. I was in London over Christmas, and it was cold but not freezing. OK and AR have similar weather. Last Wed. it snowed here, and yesterday it was 70 degrees. When are you coming back?
I have to hear this song. Can someone sing it for me?
Love the photo.
I thought it said president, too. And I’ve had my cofee and been awake for three hours already! No excuse.
Vanessa, I’m coming back for June to set up house, and then I’ll come back to Oxford for my husband’s graduation in July and help him pack up our flat.
Niffer, I’ll do some research for you on this song.
Squirl, I probably would have read it wrong even if I’d consumed my usual 6 cups of coffee. Things just aren’t clear until around noon, then I perk up.
It’s not “president”?
Man, I have *got* to stop drinkin’ out of the toilet.
That’s for you, Niffer. But it’s not an audio file. I hereby challenge anyone to find an audio file of this song. Not because I think I am such an expert in research, but it would just prove the theory that ANYTHING can be found on the Web.
Holy crap, there’s a second verse I never knew about.
I love the L
I love the L-O
I love the L-O-R-D J-E-S-U-S
And I am L-I-V-I-N-G
By His W-O-R-D
And I will N-E-V-E-R R-E-G-R-E-T I-T
I can’t believe you honkers got up in the middle of the night to comment. Either you are from other parts of the world or insominia rules.
We narrate the first God Dog Carl in similar ways. Oh look Carl is feeding the baby bread and butter, but thats because he saved all the cat poop for himself. See Carl bathe and blow dry the baby. There is a knock on the door, who is it? It’s either David Letterman for Stupid Pet Tricks or Health and Welfare to take the baby and the dog away from the crazy chick that thinks Rottweilers are competent chldcare. Either way, Carl you are free from the drudgery of being a nanny..
I grew up Roman Catholic. Thank God they never made us spell.
LisaV, I am waiting for The OC to come on. It’s not an insomnia thing.
Radio from hell, eh
Squirl I just realized that I probably read it that way because my toddler prounounces the word Present “President”… as in “I goin give you a president for Christmas.”
Oh and it was like 6 in the freaking morning when I was reading this. Why are all kids morning people? How the hell did that evolve?
It’s a long-standing tradition stemming from Saturday morning cartoons, I believe.
I hear Phantom Planet performing an acoustic version of “California.” It must be time.
I am a Honk Ronk Conk DORK!!! I’m so glad that someone in this post explained the significance of I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N……man, I thought I was going to bust a brain vessel wondering what it was. I’m a new reader of the site and had seen this on another picture…I’ve been perplexed since then. I grew up Catholic, but I guess we didn’t have this song. Hmmm…I’m now wondering if I’ve been cheated in some way. Now I can join the others in saying “Honk!”
I am a Mormon Of The House Eternally Righteous Federation Under Constant Keeping Ever Rewarding!
I would like to politely request that Dooce please explain why this message has been given to us twice now. What does it mean??
is there an echo in here?
I am a Conk Honk Ronk I Sonk Tonk I A Nonk…..can someone decypher this (?)Mormon code.( be lucky to find anyone awake at this ungodly hour!
Fiddle!?….reminds me of Tommy
It’s still double dutch to me!
I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier, but Heather, there was a mention of you in Thursdays Detroit Free Press. I was sitting in a Subway restaurant eating my lunch, I opened the front section and there was a quote from you, right on the inside cover!
After my Religion 201 course in college…I finally understand the problem the rest of the world (and my ex-mormon atheist ass) has with Conk Honk Ronk I Sonk Tonk I A Nonkers.
Attention all geeks that attended church and/or band camp:
I have got you all beat. I went to FIDDLE CAMP. In NASHVILLE, TN.
I AM THE ULTIMATE IN GEEKINESS!
Andrea BT – I’m late in the game, but I know that song! My best friend as a child was a RLDS chick. I went to freaky fake Mormon camp with her a few times, and we sang this all the time. Had different lyrics though:
Oh, you can’t get to heaven
In a putt-putt car
Cause a putt-putt car
Won’t putt that far.
I ain’t a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
In dirty jeans
Cause the Lord ain’t got
No washing machines
I ain’t a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I can’t decide if the Reorganized Church of Latter Day Saints weirder than the original…
Coming in from a whole ‘nother parking place…in one of DOF’s magazines I read an article about a company which Encourages any and all employees to write weblogs.
doesn’t look like anyone will be fired very soon
word to big bird, yo!
man it’s already eleven.. WHERE DI THE WEEKEND GO!?
happy monday, yo!
*HONK HONK HONK HONKY-TONK HONK*
That is all.
Susie, you’re so nice. I love you, man!
I love both of you too, man. Men.
My computer is about to crash. The only screen I can pull up right now is Dooce. What’s up with that? I’ll see you later.
Uh, yea, you both look real nice
(anybody know mrtl’s next of kin? we could have a sit-u-a-tion here…)
(I’m not drunk. I had a beer, but I’m not drunk. I swear! Just losing my mind.)
Please ignore her. She’s always trying to start shit.
Disorderly comments lead to all sorts of confusion…
drunk and disorderly comments, even moreso
lol – Susie, that was to my imaginary friend, not you.
You know you were talking to Susie. Why you lie?
Shut up, bitch!
and mrtl, you looked damn good doing it!
Hey mrtl, that sounds like a lot of fun. Loser.
Ryan, the only streaking experience I’ve had was right here, during a wine-induced frenzy. Yes, I streaked the Dooce comment section.
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