“A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory”
I started this blog on the wise recommendation of my pal Cordelia. She gets all of the credit and blame for this blog gone wild. Ok, I suppose I’m solely responsible for the content. But I take no heat for the commenter. It’s a censorship-free zone here.
Cordy is one of those people who always gives me great advice. I’m surrounded by a whole flock of know-it-alls, because you know how it is with birds of a feather. However, as it goes with advice givers, we’re not always on the mark. We’re usually just trying to suss things out aloud.
But sometimes, amidst the squawkers, you find an advice giver who is clear-headed and concise. She has a good message that’s always well received. See, that’s another part of the advice exchange. You have to be open to the message. Oh, and how my friends know, I can be stubborn. But with her natural diplomatic skills, Cordy has slid under my barbed wire and has made my life and work better for it. Love her.
Turns out, Cordy started her blog because of Ruth (whose father just discovered her online right around the time she used the term “hate-fuck” in an entry. Ouch.) So, in Vampire terms (yes, I’m finally watching Buffy), Ruth sired Cordy and Cordy sired me. Then Ruth tagged Cordy and Cordy tagged me. So, there you go. Here’s the bit that Ruth started that I am happy to participate in although it’s going to be a sad, sad display, I fear. Oh, I’d better tag someone. Dang. I didn’t sire anyone. Well, because I want to see what she’ll say since she’s got one of the finest memories of all, I’ll tag my old pal Saranne and Michael, because he loaned me the Buffy DVDs. (Thanks!)
Here we go: Things I Know By Heart:
Disclaimer: I have been scolded harshly for my poor memorization skills, hence I’ve gotten even worse at it than I suppose was my already propensity. This is going to be painful.
Two Novels/Poems/Plays: I tried to memorize the saddest love poem in the world Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden, but it didn’t stick, although the essence of it is still in me and it makes my heart ache. In a good way. The feeling I get from it can be expressed by Owen Wilson at the end of Wedding Crashers. I hate to admit it, but I don’t have the sort of reverence for the written word that other people have. I’m not sure if this is a detriment to my chosen profession, but it is what it is.
Two Films/Television Shows You Can Quote From: Uh. I can do one short riff from The Little Rascals that starts, “Hey, little girl, did you see some boys around here? Yeah, what do you want with them?” I know this because my cousin Evan, who was the most creative and fun person I knew when I was a kid, used to make me say it to get out of jail. If it was not said correctly, a firm and immediate punishment was meted out. (He’d yell “wrong” and pull my arm, the one that was cuffed in jail, skyward.)
I suppose I also know the typical ones from The Brady Bunch. Otherwise, when someone quotes a movie, I usually say “huh, is that from a movie?” and when I quote a movie I usually say, “it went something like this,” and then I paraphrase, badly.
Two Songs To Which You Know Every Word: La Di Da Di. My pal Kristen and I learned it frontward and back. We had that down. Even the dirty part. And we impressed boys with our skills. We didn’t really need the help with the boys since we were so darned cute, but we liked adding that little unexpected lagniappe to our cache. I know millions of songs. My sister Sarah is like the singing bush from The Three Amigos. And everyone in my family sings. Often. But I might as well go with Country Roads, since my rendition of it as a child is family lore. Imagine: Baby Julie in beanbag chair shout-singing John Denver at the top of her lungs and quite off-key.
Two Dishes You Can Make Without A Recipe: I can make everything without a recipe. I can go to kitchen stadium and kick Bobby Flay’s butt. I can learn Latin while making 30 minute meals better than Rachel Ray. Ok, that’s probably not true. I find Latin to be troublesome.
Two Cities You Can Navigate Without A Map: Gotta give a shout out to my hometown, yo. Holla. Stroudsburg, PA, where the locals are wacky and the immigrants have good taste. I can get around Philadelphia pretty well, although, some of that NE Philly is a quagmire.
And An Extra Question–What’s A Date You Always Remember, and What’s A Date You Always Forget?: I always remember, so far, my birth date. And I always forget today’s date, unless it’s Dec. 2.
Or, I remember that time I went out with the guy who pulled his “thing” out and asked me if I wanted to see it. “Hey, buddy, aren’t you supposed to ask the question first?” And I always forget that I was technically on a date when I was dancing on a table in Tijuana, Mexico (not a tourist spot, but with my friends who were locals) after I discovered that no one cared what you did in TJ.
Whew, thanks Cordy, Ruth, and good luck Saranne. I can’t wait to see what someone with a memory remembers.
michael said,
March 21, 2007 at 9:19 pm
Does being tagged mean that I have to blog about things I know by heart? Huh. I’ll try… I don’t have anything to blog about these days anyway, so, perhaps. Wait, what was the question?
Costello said,
March 22, 2007 at 5:59 am
I feel slighted!
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 6:17 am
me too.
KC said,
March 22, 2007 at 8:29 am
I dont. whew. Christy tagged me for one of these once AND gave me the brand of “blog stalker”. (secretly I was thrilled)
“but we liked adding that little unexpected lagniappe to our cache.”
I love this sentence.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 8:47 am
it was like reading latin KC, or like something Michael would write. either way, i was left feeling confused. which is what I usually am anyway, so its all good. so looked it up
: a small gift given a customer by a merchant at the time of a purchase; broadly : something given or obtained gratuitously or by way of good measure
so according to webster cache means hidden things or treasure…so this was a hidden gift?
Peg said,
March 22, 2007 at 8:49 am
I’ll join the slighted bunch!
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 9:12 am
Its alright peg. im gonna make cupcakes and cheese dip for us less mentioned persons.
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 9:34 am
As I am also one of the slighted, I’ll be bringing some mimosas to the party.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 9:48 am
Be sure to bring them through the back door, Pervy McPerverson.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:14 am
Oh i mike mimosas’s good thinking jen
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:15 am
no no no i meant like not mike…because mike ISNT INVITED
Peg said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:15 am
mmmmmmmmmmmmm mimosas
Cordelia said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:15 am
Vampire lineage as metaphor for bloggers!!! Yay!!!
Haha.
And back atcha, Julie
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:17 am
I wish i could drink at work. maybe i can. who knows.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:21 am
It’s not like we can’t just tag our damn selves. You heard the lady: the comment area is rule-free. I’d tag Jenn and Spanky. Because they’re clearly bad news.
Matt Lesoine said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:21 am
I think Bloody Marys are better than Mimosas. At least when they’re made right…
Anonymous said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:22 am
Spanky’s got Mike on the brain. Better have another mimosa. And of course you can drink at work. Just be sure to mix it with something and rinse out your cup really good.
Heather, for you, we will bring them through the back door.
KC said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:24 am
and still nothing about the blog itself.
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:24 am
Ewww. I do not like Bloody marys
WTF is with the anonymous thing?
Anyway, as I was saying, I do not like bloody marys. Tomato juice is gross. And does not go well with cupcakes. However, it might be a nice compliment to the cheese dip, so have at it.
Yeah, I am the girl they warned you about. Actually, I’m not. The thought of being bad news scares me. Black sheep, I can do. Bad news, I’m not so sure.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:24 am
Aww. You shouldn’t have! (No. I mean, please. Really. Don’t. I’m good.)
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:25 am
KC, this is our haphazard way of protesting our slightedness.
KC said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:18 am
I think Anonymous is Heather. I think the last sentence was to throw everyone off.
ha.
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:22 am
No, it’s me. I don’t know why this blog erased my info.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:23 am
I’ve been trying to figure out Anonymous based on the level of typing and spelling ability. And it looks like me. A lot. But I promise it isn’t. AS FAR AS YOU KNOW… Someone will fess up soon. You know, with this group of completely ethical and above-board people, someone’s bound to… Hey! Where did everybody go?
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:26 am
I thought it was Jenn. Nice spelling! But now anytime someone wants to get you in trouble, they just need to log in as “Anonymous”.
Anonymous said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:38 am
Freaks!
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:41 am
Well…Kc my first few comments were directly about the blog post today…or the lack of mention of me. so since i wasnt part of it are you just kinda telling me to shut up? very nice. nothing makes me madder than a person being snide to me on a blog that i just butted in on. the nerve of some people.
michael said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:43 am
Dude, that anonymous chick is an asshole.
Julie, very glad you’re digging Buffy the Blogslayer. I was just thinking about one of my favorite episodes where Xander does some deep deep thrombus love potion mojo and all the women except his intended target go apeshit and chase him with hearts in their eyes and hatchets in their mitts.
Such a brilliant show.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:46 am
Uh. That doesn’t look like a blog about what you know by heart, Mister Being-Shunned-From-Our-Cheese-Dip-Party. Come back with someone – I mean, something – we can use. Please. Follow directions.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:53 am
Im kinda ll buffied out. tomorrow Julies post will be
AN ODE TO ALL THE JACKASS PEOPLE THAT SAY STUPID SHIT ON MY BLOG.
which will suck very much, because what else am i going to pass my workday doing?
you are the only folks that seem to really enjoy my mispells and tupos,,,where as here at work i get responses like
“WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN? IS THIS A JOKE?”
I once wrote a letter to an old lady who was appealing a claim that we denied and my sentence read ” please refer tot he medical” and my boss lady was all like you need to send a corrected letter…and I was like ” how am i goign to explain “tot he” even if i explain i meant to the not tot he….it will just end badly.
I also refered a lady(in a letter of course) to a national coverage determination dated march 29 1976. which is my birthday. the dr was not amused. but i was. cause damn that is just funny i tell ya.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 11:56 am
Appealing a clam, you say? She had clam appeal?
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 12:49 pm
i think we all have clam appeal, and heather, i do not think by havinf these conversations were are making julie any less angry at us
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 12:57 pm
Well if Julie wanted to exert any kind of control around here, she might want to show up every once in a while, not just post a blog entry and run like a thief in the night.
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 12:58 pm
Oh, and Michael, if you’re going to use the Anonymous thing, you might want to log out first. Dork.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 12:58 pm
You are right. this is all her fault. I shall sleep better now.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:05 pm
Anonymous is Michael. And now I have a post to write.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:06 pm
hm. seems suspect.
michael said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:09 pm
It was a joke, a joke! You were supposed to know it was me, because I’m tricky like that. Tricky like a thrombus. (That’s my new word for today, in case I’m getting the raised eyebrow treatment.)
Sigh.
clam digger said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:10 pm
hows this for a joke?
cowcat said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:10 pm
whoo whoo
cletus titler said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:11 pm
who are you people~~~
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:13 pm
We knew it was you and we knew it was a joke. Keep your thrombus in your pants, clam digger.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:14 pm
Originally, the Thrombii were a radical fringe wing of the Ball Sacks. Then they split off.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:17 pm
haha
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:18 pm
Heather, that’s the second or third time you’ve made me snort out loud today.
And I know it was a joke, Michael. I just like calling people “dork”.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:19 pm
Yeah. Dont be such a sensetive beaver.
michael said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:28 pm
I can’t possibly win in a battle of the wits all alone against such a posse of clever girls as yourselves. I tip my hat and bend a leg in your general direction, and invite you all to my next clambake.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:31 pm
OHHH i love clam bakes
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:34 pm
Leg-bender.
KC said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:39 pm
did someone say clam?
julie, in your absence, things begin to fall apart.
michael said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:40 pm
Controversy phisher.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:40 pm
they fell a while ago.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 1:42 pm
We’ve been saying “clam” all morning. We got tired of saying “beaver”.
spanky said,
March 22, 2007 at 2:07 pm
beaver is passe’ clam is in. and tomorrow we will move on to something possible more offensive.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 2:14 pm
Clam is NOW.
Jenn said,
March 22, 2007 at 3:25 pm
Beaver is so five minutes ago.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 22, 2007 at 3:29 pm
I must say, kudos to Michael for bringing his ball sack to this clam bake. You go, sack. And don’t let the clams get you down.
Heather, you are in rare form today. I am nothing but Mrs. Snorty McSnortsnort. And to think that earlier within this twenty-four-hour period I wanted to crawl under a clam’s rock and cease to exist. Thank god for this rauncy, tasteless, ball-sack-grinding, beaver-munching, clam-digging blog! I have risen above the meaningless knives being dug and twisted into my side and, yes, clams and sacks, I have laughed long and hard.
Okay, I have to get back to my post. I’m pretending to be on deadline.
Heather said,
March 22, 2007 at 4:55 pm
I wish I could take some credit. But it’s just the acid talking.
Cousin Dan said,
March 22, 2007 at 5:24 pm
Julie, your troubled bunch of friends would enjoy Mary Prankster the musician. I think her memory is limited, but her lyrics are great.
I've Been Tagged « Whoozsha Kitty said,
March 22, 2007 at 10:54 pm
[...] Things I Know By Heart: [...]
Ruth said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:35 am
I LOVE how everyone who’s done this so far has referenced Buffy. I guess I do have to buckle down and see what all the fuss is about.
Off to read your friends. . .
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 6:10 am
friday is here. yipee
Jenn said,
March 23, 2007 at 9:16 am
Yay for Friday!!!
It means “What Not to Wear” is on tonight.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 9:22 am
Yes. it also means ill be making either salsa or taco dip…or perhaps both. nothing like chips and dip to make your television experience better. we should have a telephone conference while we watch tv. I usually try to watch 3 shows at once..madly flipping during commercials. ill do tlc, hgtv and foot network. oops hahah i mean food network
how fucking funny is that..”hey jenn are you watching the foot network tonight? Oh yeah they are having a stink foot contest followed up by name that bunion”
oh i crack myself up.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 9:51 am
Troubled bunch of friends! Yay!
Jenn said,
March 23, 2007 at 10:36 am
You just know someone is going to come through here with a foot fetish. Probably Michael, but I wouldn’t count Gary out.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 10:42 am
I’ll bet KC likes feet.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 10:43 am
Feet of Rajahs.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 10:46 am
my vote is michael. he has that foot kink stink to him
KC said,
March 23, 2007 at 11:30 am
so what exactly, Heather, is it that you are trying to say?
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 11:37 am
That you like feet, but not just any feet.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 11:39 am
I’m saying your fetish has CLASS, lady!
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 11:40 am
you have foot distinction
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 11:45 am
PLUS, you got tagged at Saranne’s. Which sounds kinkier than it really is.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 11:53 am
Tickle Fight!!!
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:04 pm
That just made me a little clenchy. I’m going to have to refill my coffee with Folgers Crystals.
michael said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:06 pm
Ok, I finally did it. Here’s my things I know by heart thing. Try not to make too much fun of me, though. I bruise easy.
No I don’t.
And about the foot thing… well, I’ve been known to suck on a toe from time to time, but I wouldn’t call it a fetish. But I mean come on, who doesn’t want their toe sucked on every once in a while?
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:28 pm
Camels.
michael said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:35 pm
Hmm… nice double entendre, but I still think that in both cases, you’d be wrong…
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:44 pm
Help! Sea police!
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:47 pm
Oh MY GOD. toes sucking. never. camels. natch.
lord heather, youd better get some kinda crystals lordeee.
Jenn said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:48 pm
Actually, the toe sucking thing kinda grosses me out a little.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:53 pm
Toe+sucking=end of date.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:54 pm
very gross. no butt licking either. had that tried on me once. i made him boil his tongue.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:55 pm
WTF? I think I have passed into the realm of TMI. Which makes me want to say OMG. I’m just saying.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 23, 2007 at 12:56 pm
I hate feet. Of all sorts. I don’t want mine touched. Nor sucked. And no one is permitted to present their feet to me for sucking.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:01 pm
yep. agreed. sorry heather. i thought when you admitted you drank folgers crystals it was open season for upsetting personal facts.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:01 pm
Good point. I can see where I should have just said, “Booze.”
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:02 pm
Hindsight is 20/20. Hee hee.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:03 pm
“Things Spanky’s Man Said To Her!” Correct!
Jenn said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:06 pm
Drinking folgers crystals = upsetting personal facts is HILARIOUS. I snorted soda through my nose.
Christy said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:15 pm
Julie/KC:
You both disgust me.
Julie – I remember a little chit chat we had not so long ago – you said I was your only special rat-a-tat-tat. I feel weird all over – I can’t even place a name to these feelings.
KC – All I can say to you – stop trying to nail my nethermeats! You might think she’s got the only hot pocket in town – but both you and I know – there are many varieties of hot pocket. (I suggest RB melt or crotchy cod.
Jeesuus slobbering bulldog christ KC – do you think she’s gonna come around because of a bit of blog wit? It’s takes a little more than that young lady.
Everybody – If all you guys can come up with is beaver and clam – well – that’s super sad. I think we can all do better than that.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:20 pm
Sounds like christy has a tweeter up her winkendimer. and herred snapper feels a little left out. and so she should. I have no idea what she was talking about but i detected undertones of agression.
heather = folgers crystals
me = international delights. mocha.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:21 pm
For the record: I have never had Folgers Crystals in my life. OK. Maybe the one time. But I was drunk.
Christy said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:25 pm
I wanna see a list of terms for dna dumpster that rivals Oxford (not that they have that list – they should).
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:26 pm
I think someone somewhere was talking about tacos.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:29 pm
I like tacos. i have never had a bad taco. they are delish.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:31 pm
First feet. Now coffee crystals. And that’s all I have to say for now because I can’t stop snorting STAR BUCKS through my nose over tweeter, winkendimer and herred snapper. I did want to add that Christy is getting all puffed up, but then I remembered that the first time I heard that term, I thought that someone was calling someone a puffer fish in the sense that when puffers get angry they puff. I then, trying to be my rico suave self, later in the night called someone else a puffer fish when he got all up in my grill. LOL LOL Can. No. Longer. Type. Just keep your peef outta my grill.
Christy said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:33 pm
Snackfood category…
yeast yodels
hairy ho ho (or happy ho ho – depending what you have going on down there).
Did I mention – My pussy is a time machine. I have the domain for that and haven’t done anything with it yet.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:33 pm
It was Michael. He uses the yellow box.
Christy: Stop stirring, put down the stick and step away from the pot.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:35 pm
OMG! OMG! I was number 100!!!!!! Where’s Jenn???? She is going to be so jealous of me! Again.
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:35 pm
oh.my.god. i just did a wicked loud laugh over “my pussy is a time machine
ali meant her red snapper not herred snapper…which can be different i think
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:36 pm
Christy, swear you have it and we’ll mack that thing OUT. You can target porn to Star Trek geeks. No. That’d be mypussyisthestarshipenterprise.com. My bad.
Christy said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:37 pm
Stir the stinky pot.
michael said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:41 pm
Christy I’m shocked. All this pussy footing around has brought out the worst in you. Please, tell a funny Jesus joke and leave the vaginal fixated Julie groupies alone.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:43 pm
The name is “Clever Girl P…osse.”
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:53 pm
jesus is many things…funny is not one of them. unless it is jesus on southpark. and that is very funny
KC said,
March 23, 2007 at 1:53 pm
oh no. my secret is out.
Jenn said,
March 23, 2007 at 2:28 pm
Christy doesn’t come around for DAYS then has the nerve to complain?? WELL I NEVER
Okay, I have, but I’m not telling you people about it. Open season on personal information or not, it’s none of your beeswax.
And I hope someone had the decency to have balloons and confetti ready for Saranne’s triumph of #100. Jeez, do I have to think of everything??
spanky said,
March 23, 2007 at 2:31 pm
im going home. ill see you all monday. so to speak.
Heather said,
March 23, 2007 at 2:32 pm
Yeah. I’ve got a date with an aeroplane in the a.m. Later.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 23, 2007 at 2:47 pm
Thanks for the confetti. I’m picking it out of my……RED SNAPPER. The balloons have yet to arrive.
Julie on Vacation said,
March 23, 2007 at 5:19 pm
Christy, what conversation? You are my special lala. But I don’t remember a conversation about this. I can’t imagine why not…
Jim said,
March 23, 2007 at 6:42 pm
I am everyone’s special Lala and you should all declare as such every hour on the fives!
On The Fives!
I’d much rather talk about lungwarts than jizz buckets and Cheese factories. But if you insist on repeated refrences to your meat envelopes I will have no choice but to kick you straight in your Like-likes – Yep, that’s a Zelda ref.
Suck it and see!
This party better not be bullshit. I booked private plane and I’m bringing guacamole and sauerkraut so nobody else bring it!
And nobody else wear black leather chaps! I’m already all dressed up and I’m not changing for nobody.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 23, 2007 at 7:46 pm
Damn. I guess I’d better change my chaps. Freakin’ Jim.
spanky said,
March 26, 2007 at 6:14 am
chaps? tasty.
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 9:48 am
Chaps remind me of badgers.
KC said,
March 26, 2007 at 9:58 am
all right Julie, write a new damn blog. You can write about how sad you are that you missed the DC party… hardy har har har
spanky said,
March 26, 2007 at 10:04 am
Yeah anyway…because of this “no activity” business I am actually forced to ….(gulp) work.
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 10:29 am
I know. It’s B.S. The next thing you know, they’ll think we’re productive. Then what? Raises? Promotions? Come on! We’ve got enough problems, J.
spanky said,
March 26, 2007 at 10:33 am
I try to keep all employer expectations reeeeeeeeeeeal low.
so when i do like three things they think i am all super smart and not part of the forrest gump community.
spanky said,
March 26, 2007 at 10:42 am
i think i just tagged mike. check out my cmnt on his site hahahaahahahah
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 10:56 am
You asked him if he could “hankle” it. What is wrong with you?
spanky said,
March 26, 2007 at 10:58 am
You are just NOW asking what is wrong with me? Comon heather…he had it coming.
spanky said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:00 am
Now I am concerned there is going to be some kind of “hankle” backlash
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:04 am
It’s like you’re just 5 degrees left of smooth. And when people see me laughing for no apparent reason at the computer, I get to pretend it’s the work that’s cracking me up. “Hooo, yeah! These documents are a riot!”
Speaking of tags, didn’t KC get tagged like 5 days ago? Who’s keeping track of all these random, senseless taggings?
Also, your new name is Hanks.
KC said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:08 am
im working on it.
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:34 am
so i finially have a new identity. i feel a little dirtier. and happy
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:47 am
I can’t hankle that.
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:48 am
i know. me feither.
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 11:48 am
i mean neither
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:10 pm
Ease up on KC, this shit is HARD! It took me two days to come with those answers. Being tagged is like getting a promotion at work. You’re honored and enamored with the showers of attention. But then, oh. You have to go and actually live up to the tagging. It’s a lot like making hot dogs.
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:17 pm
is there some kind of blogging strike today?
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:26 pm
DOWN WITH BLOGS!
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:29 pm
hooo boy lets all just take a deep breath
michael said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:31 pm
I got a hankle fer a hunk ‘o cheese.
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:32 pm
Whatever, PufNStuf McPickypants.
michael said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:33 pm
I mean, go hankle this, you crazy taggers.
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:39 pm
OMG. Holy time machine. I was just eating cheese, too. Badassery!
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 1:48 pm
are you saying youd like a hunk of me michael? it is quite forward of you, but sure…hanker away
michael said,
March 26, 2007 at 2:15 pm
Hey K.C., Ain’t no party like a D.C. party, ’cause a D.C. party don’t stop!
That’s an obscure reference to a Parliament tune. And a not so obscure referrence to the party in D.C.
The artist formerly known as Spanky: Why, are you a hunk of cheese?
hanks cant spell said,
March 26, 2007 at 2:28 pm
apparently, im chunky like cheese. like the dc singsong refrence. very nice.
Heather said,
March 26, 2007 at 3:05 pm
That Timer about making your own popsicles reminds me that I saw a box of appetizers at the store yesterday that advertised the toothpicks as “fancy wooden skewers”. No. It was “Fancy Wooden Skewers!”
KC said,
March 26, 2007 at 4:50 pm
Michael, actually, that was not a very obscure reference to a parliment song.
does everyone know of the DC party now? has over reputation superseded us, AGAIN?! Damn holmes, but I did tell you that I’m a RockStar.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 26, 2007 at 5:19 pm
I love the hanker cheese man/thing. Hanker for a hunk of Spank. I’d say something in regard to Spank and cheese, but I promised her today that I’d stop being mean to her on blogs. No fun.
I don’t know anything about the DC party, KC. I’m in the dark, here. Then, again, I am ALWAYS the last to know when something is going down. By the time someone lets me in on the dirt, it has either elapsed into a mushy pile of mud or been blown away in a sand storm.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 26, 2007 at 5:20 pm
KC, regardless that I know nothing of DC, I am going to look for your email and send you some info on being a rock star. You will find it helpful in your endeavors.
michael said,
March 26, 2007 at 5:29 pm
I know… I just thought I’d say it in case anybody didn’t know the song. Because if I read that, but didn’t know about the P. Funk party, I’d be slightly irritated.
No, nobody knows about the D.C. party. Shhhh… What happens on the mile stays on the mile.
Saranne Fosselman Miller said,
March 26, 2007 at 5:50 pm
That’s not fair.
julieluongo said,
March 26, 2007 at 7:41 pm
Hey, where’s Jenn?
Jenn said,
March 27, 2007 at 1:59 am
Here I am. I was taking a break today and trying to be productive. So I cleaned my bathroom. It was gross.
hanks cant spell said,
March 27, 2007 at 6:24 am
Well….Ive never been to Dc and a party sounds nice. and yet i musta overlooked my invite. oh well, i was busy drinking in someones basement anyhow.
Heather said,
March 27, 2007 at 10:53 am
You’re all invited to my ill-conceived party. I just don’t know when the hell it is.
hanks cant spell said,
March 27, 2007 at 11:21 am
thanks. ill bring some hanka sanka dip
sopmax12 said,
September 4, 2007 at 2:29 pm
I was looking for some online pictures of Cletus Titler and for some reason the search resulted in this post. I re-read the 153 comments and I have to say this was some of the funniest shit I have ever read or been a part of.
julieluongo said,
September 4, 2007 at 2:55 pm
Ah yes, those heady days of late March when 7 strangers shared a blog … before we found out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. (I said, “heady.”)
sopmax12 said,
September 4, 2007 at 3:05 pm
Heady indeed. well said.
julieluongo said,
September 4, 2007 at 3:20 pm
Did you get my “Real World” reference? Or was that a joke I should have made some 10 – 15 years ago?
Gary said,
September 4, 2007 at 3:36 pm
Heady nugs, brah.
MamaPeg is Watching You said,
September 4, 2007 at 4:25 pm
I find myself longing for the old days… of course, i’m way more productive at work these days.
Sissy said,
September 4, 2007 at 6:33 pm
Not to fear. She got the “Real World” reference. She had to call me and snort laugh so hard that I could not tell if she was laughing or crying. And then when I determined she was laughing, she had to repeat, “when people stop being polite and start getting real” 24 times before I understood what she was saying. And then it took another ten minutes to get out of her who said it. Yes….I know. I could have just come here and read it myself. But where’s the challenge in that?
Sissy said,
September 4, 2007 at 6:34 pm
And I don’t give a rat’s ass how productive I’ve been as of late. I
Sissy said,
September 4, 2007 at 6:38 pm
Take two:
And I don’t give a rat’s ass how productive I’ve been as of late. I long for those good ol’ days. It was time that put wind beneath my wings and gave me false hope that maybe, just maybe, I was going to make it in this crazy, mixed-up world…..(insert dramatic movie sountrack)
Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get back to boycotting the internet. Gary should have deleted when he had the chance.
Gary said,
September 5, 2007 at 9:21 am
psh! I still can whenever I want.