May 06, 2005

One More Thingy

Before I forget, let me just remind you all of a time-honored tradition, handed down from grandfather to father to child and reaching back through the ages:
Absent blog owner means available for comment party.
G'wan, you know you want to. And I've already given up on getting any of the damage deposit back.
Have fun!

Posted by LeeAnn at May 6, 2005 06:00 PM
Comments

Damage?

Us?

Never!(?)

:-P

Posted by: Jack at May 7, 2005 06:15 AM

Well, a lot of the good stuff is still in use over at the big comment bash at Oh Dark Thirty, but I just happen to have a (a hum!) spanking new pair of furry handcuffs, a crate of strawberry-banana jello and a fresh can of Reddi Whip to donate to the cause. Let me just untie the UPS delivery guy....

Posted by: Susie at May 7, 2005 09:16 AM

whose thong is this?

Posted by: Bob at May 7, 2005 02:07 PM

Is this where it is?

Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 7, 2005 03:49 PM

It's his.

Posted by: frapple at May 7, 2005 03:50 PM

What's mine?

Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 7, 2005 03:50 PM

Where what is?

Posted by: Holden McGroyne at May 7, 2005 03:51 PM

Oh my god. Am I here all alone?

Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 7, 2005 03:52 PM

That's MY thong--I thought there was a thong-flinging contest...

Posted by: Susie at May 8, 2005 08:30 AM

This thing is going to turn into a Thong-A-Thon. I just KNOW it...

Posted by: zonker at May 8, 2005 09:44 AM

OW! I just got hit in the eye with a thong!

Posted by: Harvey at May 8, 2005 11:56 AM

You should know better than to come to a comment party without eye protection, Harvey....put on your beer goggles.

Posted by: zonker at May 8, 2005 07:41 PM

Thing, thing a thong, make it..

Thorry.

This has gong on thong enouth.

Thtop ith. Allth of thoo.

--Thtew

Posted by: Stew at May 8, 2005 10:35 PM

(...surveys the Monday-morning-after damage and still-comatose partiers and exits quietly, and courteously, stage left...)

Posted by: LDH at May 9, 2005 08:32 AM

I swear the rug was like this when we moved in......

Posted by: dianebrat at May 9, 2005 09:43 AM

The cheesemistress isn't around?


KEGGER!!

Sorry, had a moment there...

Posted by: Karl at May 9, 2005 06:25 PM

Jpt damn! An unattended blog! I'll go get the trampoline, casaba melons, and midgets!

Posted by: Victor at May 10, 2005 05:09 AM

Oh! Oh! a trampoline!!! Me first! (Who's got the handcuff key?)

Posted by: Susie at May 10, 2005 09:22 AM

the third midget to the left of the melons.

Posted by: Bob at May 10, 2005 09:58 AM

Susie - what do you need a key for? I promise you'll have other things to think about besides getting loose from the... well... whatever you get handcuffed to.

Should we start with the chandelier?

Posted by: Harvey at May 10, 2005 10:40 AM

Damn! Thanx for reminding me, Harv, I'll go home and get the trapeze...can't have midgets, casaba melons, and a trampoline without a trapeze! The overtheshoulderboulderholder position definitely requires a trapeze!

Posted by: Victor at May 10, 2005 10:57 AM

Dang. Anyone got a fresh bottle of Mazola? We're gettin' a little chafed here!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 10, 2005 08:01 PM

It's ok, Harv--one of the State Troopers that the neighbors called had a key (the UPS man needed to get back to his route). Trooper Steve and I will be demonstrating Kama Sutra positions on the trampoline--after lots of practice, of course!

Posted by: Susie at May 11, 2005 08:59 AM

Wow.

I didn't know you could fit a midget in there!

Posted by: Victor at May 11, 2005 10:39 AM

Spork?

Posted by: Stew at May 11, 2005 06:36 PM

Yes! Howdy, Stew! Great to see ya again! How did you recognize me?!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 11, 2005 06:46 PM

By the way, Spork, there are some women outside claiming to be the "Sporkettes". Do you know anything about that?

Posted by: Harvey at May 12, 2005 10:31 AM

I would just like you all to know that I am taking names, and will be reporting any and all disruptive behavior(s) to LeeAnn upon her return! SO go ahead and disprupt - it's your ass(es)!

Posted by: Bob at May 12, 2005 10:50 AM

Anybody see a couple of greased midgets? I seem to have misplaced them...

Posted by: Elisson at May 12, 2005 11:01 AM

Wanted: Midget with reversable drill and feather duster attachment for Friday night sessions. Bring your own chips and salsa!

Posted by: radtec at May 12, 2005 11:06 AM

Got some news for you, Harv. That's a biker gang in drag.

Bob, tear up the list and we'll think about pulling your head out of the toilet.

Posted by: Victor at May 12, 2005 01:22 PM

Trooper Steve doesn't have the stamina I expected...Harv, Spork, Victor--who wants to help illustrate the Tripod? ;)

Posted by: Susie at May 12, 2005 06:44 PM

I say again, SPORK???!!

It's so dark in here. Hep me. I keep bumping into midgets with thongs. THONGS I SAY!

Posted by: Stew at May 12, 2005 08:14 PM

Obviously Stew is best eaten with a Spork.

It had to be done. No one else was stepping up to the plate.

Posted by: Edith at May 12, 2005 09:40 PM

You know, I didn't want to say anything, but I'm originally from where she's moving to. Ya think I should have said something earlier about the scorpions and lunies who live in that hot desert conditions?

And will someone STOP flinging that thong at me! I swear it's downright crusty now!

Posted by: Blogeois at May 13, 2005 04:31 AM

Victor - let Bob out of the toilet so he can make his list. I want LeeAnn to know that I'm a reader who cares enough to show up when invited. I just feel sorry for the folks who AREN'T on the list. I can see LeeAnn's blogroll getting REALLY short after she gets back.

And Susie, if you'll move that midget out of the way, I'll be right there...

Posted by: Harvey at May 13, 2005 08:46 AM

*boi-oi-oi-oi-ng*
TRAAAAAAMP-OOOOOO-LEEEEEEEEEENE!!!
*boi-oi-oi-oi-ng*

Posted by: Victor at May 13, 2005 09:36 AM

crusty thong flying
through a cheesy blogosphere
the perfect tribute


Posted by: Karla at May 13, 2005 10:01 AM

This toilet paper on my face? No, I dint cut myself shaving, dammit.

Posted by: Bob at May 13, 2005 12:02 PM

No Bob, that's thong 34.

Posted by: Edith at May 13, 2005 07:43 PM

Harvey, the Sporkettes are my bitches. I like to share my good fortune. Ted named them! Long story...

Stew, here, take my night vision googles. Their great for finding your way around the room and locating terrorists.

Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 14, 2005 02:37 PM

I've heard the Sporkettes are easy. Any man can have them for the thong...

*crickets*

Fine! YOU do the next thong pun!

Posted by: Harvey at May 16, 2005 10:34 AM

change is good. But I shall avoid any thong comments

Posted by: Mike at May 16, 2005 12:07 PM

... hey, guys... is it just me, or have the chicks begun playing with each others breastages while no one was looking?...

Posted by: Eric at May 16, 2005 05:21 PM

I would respond but this damn thong just won't...

Ack

Okay, drop the spork and step away from the keyboard. Slowly.

Posted by: Stew at May 16, 2005 07:42 PM

Please just leave the lights alone Eric. Flicking them on and off for that strobe effect is giving me a headache. The cooler is under the trampolene just where you left it.

Posted by: Edith at May 17, 2005 05:53 AM