littlek wrote: a 9 piece, wood-boxed, assortment of kickyass chocolates
how did you get kicky's ass into the mold?
he doesn't usually seem all that docile
Heehee ..... now I have visions of life-size chocolate butt cheeks.
Damn <ducking the CO2>
why? you didn't say 'LOVE'. Damn, did I just say 'LOVE' out loud? I didn't mean to, I swear. Oh forgive me, please, the prettiest and wittiest of wabbits? Hold on, can that be interpreted as FLIRTING? Crap, I just said 'FLIRTING'. I 'll be smacked across my forehead right out of this thread. That's ok, i still love you all.
Non-innuendo my ass! So why are you always winking at me Bunnykins?
Get it off before it swells into a giant gray mass of disgustingness!
I useta burn ticks we'd get off of our dog 'cause they were virtually indestructable otherwise -- they'd burn, burn and then POP. Very satisfying.
Torturing bugs, I think that's a sign of a budding sadist...
(nothing like the image of a giant disgusting exploding tick to call a halt to all this unseemly flirting -- just watch...)
TIC!!!!!! Not TicK!
Blimey....
that explains the cigarette
the tick, that is
we use cigarettes to burn out ticks
the bunny must have a giant tick on her lip
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
What's that growing off the top of yer head?
Blue fungus?
Do not burn ticks (or tics) off - wrong way to go. Also, don't suffocate them. They have to be ripped out alive or they will disgorge all of your (and anyone else's) blood they've sucked off iback into your body. That's a good way to get Lyme Tick disease or chronic wasting sickness (okok, we can't get that later one).
WE DON'T HAVE TICKS IN SOUTH AUSTRALAIA.
Oh - good morning.
It's Monday morning here.
Yippeee.
Still a beeootiful sunday afternoon here..... how's monday morning looking?
Like I have to go to work.
It's gorgeously sunny right now. Lots of yard work this afternoon - I hope I did all the lifting and bending the right way - or I won't be able to walk straight up tomorrow.
dlowan wrote:Like I have to go to work.
Well, youse got work to go to. I am back on the scrap-heap!
I'm as employed as a one-legged man in bum-kicking contest!
But you're still hopeful about the job, eh?
Life is odd - one is either over-employed, or under-employed, these days, it seems.
To them that hath is given more than they can cope with work-wise. To them that hath not it is taken away even that which they wish that they hath....
Or some damn thing.
Some people have a way with words, while others... er... thingy.
