Bring it on, Spring

By the way, Muffy. What was the name of the guy you dated from Kingston? I haven’t lived there since for 13 years (I left when I was 12) but I still know a lot of people there.

Hmmmm…an Up stairs, Down stairs mentality exists in the U S of A?

That’s freaking gorgeous! Can I copy it for my desktop? Pllllease?

A huge congratulations to you Heather and your man for the best news in life. You’re baby is perfect and stubborn. (or is that perfectly stubborn.) I’m so happy for you all.

Katie: And I love to put this out on the web, because he totally screwed me:
JACK ADAMS
DONT DATE HIM! He will use your computer to hook up with swingers and then erase your hard drive when you find out. All this before 10:15 mass. Makes me sick.
He actually put a court ordererd PFA on me (protection from abuse) so that i couldnt tell his MOTHER (he was 41 and LIVING AT HOME)just WHY it was that we were fighting so much. That, and the OTHER girl he was dating at the SAME TIME got a little pissed that he bought me a new computer after he destroyed my old one (I faxed her the invoice – Boy was he PISSED)

Wow, that definitely sounds like a NEPA story. There are some really weird people living around there. Makes me feel a little better knowing I am 1500 miles away.

But I still miss the Ranchwagon.

Okay, Katie, I used to date this guy, from Kingston, BUTLER STREET no less (where all the aristocratic hypocrites live),and this guy thought his shit didnt stink (it did), but for all his “education” he would say “acrost” instead of across. Drove me freakin NUTS! To this day, if my fiancee says acrost, as in “acrost the river”, he fixes his own damn dinner. You see, although I live here, I don’t drink the water. In fact, I said that in court once, and even the bailiff giggled. And as far as Noxen goes, yea, it’s kind of weird, and if you’re a person of color, DONT STOP, you won’t be chillin in your crib ever again. Although, if you go through town (i use that term very loosely), make a left over the bridge, and drive until you hit the dirt road, and keep driving, oh say, forever, (about 7 miles) you will find some beautiful picnic spots in the gamelands. The road is a total bitch (be prepared to stop occasionally to make sure you didnt lose a wheel bearing). It’s also a good place to get naked and roll around in the mud and be a mud person.
Ah, Noxen. Where the men are men and the sheep are scared. (PS. I work right down the street from the Ranchwagon – don’t you envy me?)

I, too, would like to sign the condolences book for Johnnie Cochran. He commented here back in the day of the monkey murder.

They say “Jeat Jet?” in Wilkes-Barre. And they can’t pronounce their “th” in that area. Everything is “da”, “dat” and “over dere”.

saying yeeeeeeess to martini hour is what gets me through! That and the hopes of one day meeting pokey!

I am partial to Prickle and Goo.

I would like to take a moment and send my condolences to my beloved johnny cockrain. May he rest in peace. Who says money can’t buy happiness?

Did some one say martini hour?

Cockrain? That totally does not look right.

katie what is prickle and goo?

yay! martini hour already?

I’ll have a glassa white whine.

give me a break I only made it to 6th grade.

Prickle and Goo are Gumby and Pokey’s pals!!!

See that shows what a gumby fan I am not. I just got side tracked with the whole hung like a horse thing.

Here’s Prickle.
http://www.gumbyworld.com/memorylane/imagearchive/prickle.htm

jp

Here’s Goo.
http://www.gumbyworld.com/memorylane/imagearchive/goo.htm

Note to Dooce: stubborn will be good for her later on when some jerk is trying to be a jerk to her and she can be all NOOOOOOOOOOOO at him.

THat’s the hope that gets me through martini hour, anyway.

I ain’t never going back there again.

I’m hung like a horse. Still.

Evildilara……….what a bad, evil site you have there….Bwahahahahaha!