Anyone who knows me knows that I can’t even say the word of what I just found in my trash can.
I’m so traumatized that I may get in my car and drive far away.
Edit: After I throw up.
Second edit: Don’t tell Rex I took the car.
An Aries Knows (this site is more fun when people read and comment)
Anyone who knows me knows that I can’t even say the word of what I just found in my trash can.
I’m so traumatized that I may get in my car and drive far away.
Edit: After I throw up.
Second edit: Don’t tell Rex I took the car.
Was it Gary Coleman?
….can’t….quit….laughing….
In Becky’s trash….
Ann Coulter was in your trash can? well quick, send that trash to the ocmpactor. (Do they shred trash first in Houston??? I hope!)
Re: In Becky’s trash….
I actually can say the name “Ann Coulter.” However, that makes the dogs hide under the bed.
No pictures??
I’m sure you can find ample photos online. Not on any site I’d go to, however, so I can’t link you.
(Shudder.)
The world is JUST WRONG. Here’s a link for you, Lisa, that was just e-mailed to me.
I had better NOT see this in my Christmas stocking.
grossness
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
I think I must like whoever emailed that to you.
Yes, you are kindred spirits. And I’ll toss Marika in there, too.
Sounds like a lotta fun!
I work with someone who won’t eat rice, because it makes her think she’s eating those.
We’ve been sitting here guessing. Lindsey thinks it is Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance, not to be confused with Michael Flatly, Lord of the 2-dimensional Dance.
Lindsey now guesses “maggot.”
Aunt Aberta guesses “dead mouse.”
I personally think it was a squirming, moldy gingerbread man pleading for its spongy little life. Who’s right?
Now I’m just regretting that it wasn’t a gingerbread man.
Lindsey’s second guess is correct.
P.S. Tell Aunt Aberta that at The Compound, the sight of a dead mouse now makes me dance like Michael Flatley.
Or you could show her this photo.
Now that’s funny!
Dash is a good mouser… only he eats the herad and leaves the ass for you… and later pukes them up with ears and legs. But really if you want him… He’s yours for a week or so Becks
This entry, and the comments, are cracking me up. But I feel terrible. The only Becky-trivia I know is that you hate a word that starts with M and rhymes with hoist. I don’t know you at all!
Moist? Becky hates the word moist? Why would Becky hate the word Moist?
I think she threw away a miniturized Dick Cheney and Sean Hannity. Perhaps they were moist from self-pleasure
What– do you have antennae, atuned to the instant something somebody hates is made public, ready to swoop in? Now she’s going to blame me, everytime you work her nerves over, ya insane clown posse.
What?! My atnennae shows?! How embarrassing! I haven’t been able to get them to lay flat on my head for days … I think they’re too moist.
The reason I referred to the word instead of saying it was to spare her… and look at you. Littering this lovely post with it. I fear for the day that I slip up on my journal and confess what I hate.
and when you do… my moist little antennae will pick it up.
I just saw some “crazy clown” gift wrap at the half-price bookstore and thought of you. LOL
Now see thats WRONG you should think of David and get a gift and use the paper to wrap it up
Nice, Gary! Mount St. Marika was finally lying dormant and you had to go and wake her up! Sacrificial virgins don’t grow on trees, you know?!
Yeah, but she’s on this “moist” kick with Becky now, so hopefully, you are safe. =0)
I fear she can multitask.
I think you may beright….
I don’t think you ever really truly appreciated the pure comic genius of Mo Bangles. Until you do, no mockage for you. Unless I find something really good… and moist.
Sorry…(but do you know how much this reply made me laugh)
Beware. I know people who know you.
Do you mean the one that lives close to me? Who do you think I got it from! THAT ONE would do things, and I would get blamed for them constantly.. we’d be at work, he’d do something, and it was always some supervisor screaming “MARIKA!!!” And I was totally innocent and HE would just laughed. I finally gave up and just started doing things.
I know of his wickedness. That’s why I think I can persuade him to divulge some of the things YOU hate. Other than poor John Knowles, I mean.
Becky, I’m not foolish, I would never reveal my REAL fears to him. That’s just crazy talk!
Damn.
I was going to say that maybe he pronounces that word differently than I do.
Those moist things sure do seem to follow Becky around, though.
For crying out loud, how do you KNOW that? I’ve said that to you?
Now I’m not sure how I know that, myself. I’m sure you must’ve said it on your journal. : )
Wait, I think maybe it was in a comment you made on Greg’s journal. I could be wrong. : )
Whatever; your memory for detail reminds me of me before one of the times that I turned 35.
that’s because his brain is moist … moist brains retain things.
…and then eventually grow maggots.
(Looking up how to ban people from commenting on LiveJournal.)
Ew. Ew. Ew.
That’s just nasty
Do I even want to know?!?
Lindsey was right. Not about Michael Flatley.
I have issues with those too! Even just thinking about them makes me ill.
Thank you. They are just vile.
Mkay… the appropriate answer to my question would have been a resounding, “No way in hell do you want to know what I saw.” BLECH!!!
You’re a bad, bad influence. LOL