All kneel at the feet of DaGoddess as she asks:
1) Can I borrow your car? Mine's giving me the automotive equivalent of the middle finger today.
My car never gives me the finger. It merely holds out an open palm, begging for more and more money. And any day I don't gots to have my wheels, dear, you are certainly welcome to 'em.
2) When are we going to eat hot dogs together again?
One of these days, your schedule and mine are going to synch up properly and then, if the restraining order from Oscar Mayer has expired, oh yea verily, we shall eat weiners.
3) Do you think we'll get kicked out of Ikea/Price Club for eating hot dogs the way we do?
I think both Ikea and Price Club should have to pay us for eating their hot dogs. The way we do it, nothing less than a sale-day crowd would be attracted.
And a corollary question from Bob:
1.Have you considered producing a Bloggers Gone WILD! video when you and Da Goddess eat hot dogs together again ?
We actually did try that, but the camera kept melting.
Xade (spelled like it sounds) asks:
1. If I have already posted this thing on my blog before, do I have to do it again or is it an 'all you can ask' kind of deal?
This kind of thing is like breathing or watching "Teletubbies".... you can do it as much as your system will allow. But remember, moderation is the key to clean living.
I wonder if there's a 12 step program for bloggerholics?
2. Cause I didn't fall under the 'First five people get an honest answer' category, does that mean I can just assume that you weren't exactly telling the truth in your first answer?
Never assume, because then you make a donkey out of me and my.... wait... okay, never legume because then you make a bean out of.... that's not right.... never resume because you should Finnish your Dutch treat.....
Nevermind.
Just know I would never, ever lie to you, Xade. Maybe to the rest of them, but never you. Just use the secret decoder ring.
3. How exactly does one become a Munuvian, do you have a secret ring or handshake or somethin?
It's a complicated process involved DNA restructuring, a series of biomodifications, and the vast and overwhelming generousity of the wonderful Pixy Misa, without whom I would not exist.
Okay, yeah, Mom and Dad had a little to do with it.
All hail Pixy Misa, the great, the powerful Wizard from OZ....
Posted by: Susie at April 26, 2004 09:59 AMok... I *understand* all of the words you use, yet I still feel strangely unenlighted and... dirty.
Posted by: xade at April 26, 2004 06:01 PMBut is it a *good* feeling? :)
Posted by: LeeAnn at April 26, 2004 06:17 PMI'm pretty much free most of the time anymore. Surgery coming on the 21st has me out of work until the 1st of June at least.
That also means I need to gobble up some weiners before I have to do one of those "you can't eat anything for three days prior to surgery and don't forget that we'll be shaving your privates for this operation" dealies they do. I've asked for the Brazilian Bikini Wax instead but I have a sneaking suspicion that they need to use up all the dull razors they have amassed over the years before they convert to that waxing.
No worries about the surgery, though. Merely sinus reaming. Oh the glamor of my life!
Let's go grab and mouth some weinies, LeeAnn!
Posted by: Da Goddess at April 28, 2004 04:10 PM