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Mon 7 Mar, 2005 09:43 pm
Our American hero, Martha Stewart is now out of the clink.
I was so pumped, I purposely smashed my groin with a frozen apple pie(that I baked according to her recipe, of course). I heard Kicky did something else with an apple pie, a warm one.
Tomorrow I may try the same smashing technique with some of her bath products. I can't get over how psyched I am.
How did you celebrate?
We were supposed to celebrate? Why didn't somebody tell me!
Yes, ci.
I suggest you egg your neighbor's house. They'll understand. They're actually so fired up ripping up their living room they won't even notice.
I'm so glad you brought this up, Slappy. I did do something with a warm apple pie today, but I do that everyday. I can't help it. It really does feel like the real thing.
In order to celebrate Martha's getting out of the clink, I made myself vomit by repeatedly jamming a rusty coat hanger down my throat. Later, after it dries, I am going to frame it, call it "Martha's Day", and auction it off on e-bay.
Kicky, I like where you're going with that.
Don't worry cicerone, slappy takes any excuse to celebrate.
I bet he doesn't even color coordinate his bedroom
according to Martha.
I'm very excited and that's no joke. I always liked Martha :-)
CalamityJane wrote:Don't worry cicerone, slappy takes any excuse to celebrate.
I bet he doesn't even color coordinate his bedroom
according to Martha.
You'll be happy to know my curtains, lampshade, and comforter match(not exactly, though). I'm good like that.
Calamity, I'd take you as one who'd go throw some funny looking people down some stairs? It's all for a good cause, in case someone asks.
I painted my bedroom with Jail Cell green paint from KMart and asked a large, unkempt black woman to be my roomie.
We celebrated by seeing how many spices we could cram in our bras.
That sounds like a party, Lash.
That's a hilarious answer Lash
Quote:Calamity, I'd take you as one who'd go throw some funny looking people down some stairs? It's all for a good cause, in case someone asks.
You betcha! (and watch out, I live in San Diego)
It was fun. I just can't get her to leave. She's making an assload of long distance phone calls...
Calamity, if San Diego burns down in a week or so, or the city collectively runs out of alcohol, you know why, and are warned.
Don't worry Slappy. If your friends are anything like
you, they'll drag you to Tijuana, give you repeatedly shots of Tequila and leave you there. Without a passport, it will
take you a week or so to come back
Slappy's a little leary of Tijuana at the moment.
The last time he was there, he passed out and his friends left him bare-assed on the boardwalk.
He's still working on getting the tire marks off his butt from where people parked their bikes.
Leary? Best time of my life. Tijuana is for wimps. I'd much rather vacation in Juarez with the serial killers.
Today I further celebrated by biting a live squirrel's head off.
I shoulda bought some stock....
Did it jump back up? I haven't looked at it in a while.
Well I'll have to buy some, so it drops like a brick hitting the water. After all, this pretty much happens to any stock I touch.
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