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hahha
Is that “first” in some obscure archaic language?
Don’t use the F word! It brings out the F trolls! Just like naming the C troll and naming products that bring Google ads…
No fair, you’re baiting trolls to come in and screw up the betting line!
what a bout pussy trolls?”
no it’s not “first” it’s just a reaction to what i see..
Then what word is it? And what language?
I think it is the language of the morons, called moronish.
you would know….
I would, as these pesky morons have been bothering all of us for months.
It’s like there are more and more of them every summer!
really??bothering you as if this was yours or something….
You must be dyslexic as well! Did you not notice I wrote ‘us’, implying trolls are bloody annoying to the entire Failblog community?
lmao….’the entire Failblog “community”
Yes, the Failblog community. Do you have a problem with that?
speak for yourself
Trolls are part of the failblog community.
troll: Standing up for trolls’ rights since 2008
The trolls are an isolated part of the community, and their opinions are generally ignored, as their opinions usually consist of spewing forth rubbish.
It is this trolls’ responsibility to point out the pretentiousness
of the fail-tard clique.
BTW, Bondfail has made 22 out of the 135 comments on Employee Fail.
Today Bondfail has made this blog 16.2962962962 less funny.
%
You actually took the time to count my comments? Even for a troll that’s pathetic.
Count my comments too! Pleeeease?
I shoud look at the times and figure out how many comments you make per minute.
Hey, and then I could multiply by the unfunny factor and calculate your unfunny score!
Troll, you are probably the most persistant, unhumourous, buzz-killing person I have ever met. What ever you say is always overshadowed by a mistake, which you hastily correct a few minutes later.
Don’t be so racist!
This boring prattle is ruining my otherwise merely dull evening
troll’s*
not trolls’
Ignore him, BFF, he’s just another jealous troll who wishes he had the social skills to be a part of our happy family.
Thank you for the kind advice, Loz.
I should have ignored him from the start, but he got up my nostrils a bit.
Isn’t that just a tad uncomfortable?
Yah…oochie.
Here.
*Hands handkerchief*
Uh oh, I think that was the handkerchief that GladIWokeUp was using to cover his naughty bits with! O.o Give it back, quick!
Are you horny?
that troll sure makes me horny
Chicken Caesar?! I thought you were a fictional character on That Mitchell and Webb look?
I’m asking if Mister green troll is horny!
Because the troll in his avatar (I believe it’s him) is horny…
He’s also quite greeny…
That is my actual picture… That is why I am so offended by the anti-troll rhetoric.
Have you tried plastic surgery?
I wouldn’t do that, if I were you. Look at Michael Jackson. Or Joan Rivers.
i’d rather not… look at them i mean… they give me nightmares
Where is the “FIRST” guy when we need him?
He is currently in solitary confinement.
FIRST!!!!!!!!!
This picture is from when they were building a day care called “Kids at work” when I was looking for the day care I found this sign and took a picture of it because I thought it was funny, I didn’t know it was the name of the day care.
WARNING! ALL TROLLS WILL BE MET BY A BARRAGE OF WIT.
That’s the way to tell ‘em. Up-front and to the point!
Now go back to work, kids!
See the nice thing about employing children, is you don’t have to pay them fair wage.
What about mim wage?
Minimum wage is one thing, but FAIR wage is totally different!
In other words, less.
Minimum wage doesn’t apply to children. I pay them in candy. I keep it in my van.
Ooh, we could team up! How about this plan:
A young child is skipping down the road, happy as day, no parents or older siblings around. No one is watching. You, talldude, in your dark hoodie and sunglasses, slowly approach the child as she stops to look at some flowers. You nonchalantly pin up a “Lost Kitty” sign, featuring none other than myself, with a reward of candy for whoever may find me. The little girl, of course, notices the sign, and, presuming she can read, asks you about your lost kitty. You act very sad, and go into detail of the cuteness of the kitty, and the tastiness of the candy. Being the sweet little girl she is, she will offer to help you look for the kitty, and, if she doesn’t, you ask her if she will. You search in a park near where your big van is parked, where many tall and covering trees are abundant. I place myself underneath a nearby bench. You direct the little girl into searching near where I am, while you search close by. The little girl finds me, raving about how cute, gorgeous, flawless, and sweet I am. You walk over, and tell her that she can get the candy reward now. You tell her to follow you to the van, where she can pick up the candy, and drop off the kitty. You open the trunk, which empties into the backseat, and show her a display of penny candy. She puts me inside the van, bends over to choose her candy, and BOOM! You shove her into the trunk and lock the door behind you. You climb into the driver’s seat, with me on your lap, petting me like the evil mastermind you are. I purr. The little girl starts crying and questioning you, while you say you are taking her back home. She tells you her address, which you write down and save for later. The windows are tinted, and the whole van is soundproof. She eats her candy, lightly spiked with a knock-out poison, and KERPLUNK!s right down in the back seat. You laugh meniacally, while I purr in a somewhat evil tone, sounding like a very humerous chuckle. We drive up to EMYDUDE HEADQUARTERS (or TALLGIRL HEADQUARTERS if you prefer), and empty out the new victim. You grab another copy of the “Lost Kitty” sign, along with more spiked penny candy, and you drive me back to the park, after which you park and walk off, looking for more prey.
Sounds like a good idea!
Emy you have put entirely too much thought into this, it frightens me.
I often frighten others as well as myself. Crow, would you like to be involved in the master plan?
I prefer the idea of driving around in a van in a haphazard fashion, one person leaning out the van in a haphazard fashion with a giant butterfly net to scoop up work-children.
That second ‘haphazard’ should have been ‘precarious’ by the way. The words are spelt so similar I got confused.
Wow.
Well, that answers one of my questions: there is no upper limit on word count in these comments, or if there is, it’s very, very high.
Yeah, I hear FAIR wage is much hier. Unfortunately, not many people can get FAIR wage these days.
Hey, has anyone else noticed that ‘tuna’ is in ‘unfortunate’? I need to head over to ICHC…
Mim wage is what you’re paid if you have no experience raping.
Seems unlikely.
I know. It seems unlikely trolls will ever intelligently reply to a comment.
Pathetic absolutely pathetic! Good little BFF and his FailBlog Minions sadly feel the need to sh!t on everyone they deem a troll. How I see it is the trolls are much more entertaining than the silly “lock him in the troll cage and throw away the key comments.”
How about adding a new Rule/Law? “Cut out the Troll comments completely!”
IMHO it’s childish and immature and truly unneccessary. If don’t like someone’s comments, just say so and then leave it be. I’m sure I’ll be flamed FOOOOOMED and chided as I was before. Guess what? I don’t really care, have fun if you must get your pompous and infantile jollies that way.
Love to All, E E
Or maybe get over it an move on?
Wow, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the cave, didn’t they?
What kills me is WE are supposed to be the “pompous and infantile” ones!
At least we aren’t presumptous enough to slander the entire failblog ‘community’ because we don’t feel “accepted”. Talk about pompous.
*strikes up the band: plays Pompous and Circumstances*
*imitates Madame de Pompous-adour*
*Bows*
(love the new look…roffle)
I think it’s too small. I’m gonna try something else.
Crap. They’re all too small. And now I’m talking to myself.
*sigh*
This post makes me sad. As did your previous jab at me that I ignored.
I’d thought after your kind message to me that things could be different. I’m sorry to see that I was wrong.
You don’t deserve a *FOOM!*. But you do have my pity.
I’m quite sorry, but all I see is infantile hypocritical prurient swine whine about “trolls”. Oh, I’m absolutely not condemning everyone, just the few pompous and intolerant asses that just won’t let it be. I don’t consider you one of them. Thanks for the pity, but I gave up on that a long time before you grew up.
Then he came to Failblog. And he entered the blog and began to drive out those who were winning and failing in the blog, and overturned the threads of the cavorting and the comments of those who were selling doves.
Trolls are entertaining. This is true. They provide grist for our witty mills. If one is going to go on the attack then one should be prepared to be attacked in return.
You state that if don’t like someone’s comment one should just say so and move on. What would you have us do? Have a show of hands as to the validity of a comment? No, we each take our self respect in our hands when we post a comment here. All have been jumped on for a mistake at one time or another. Crappy attitudes are jumped on here as well as in real life.
One last thing. For someone who doesn’t really care you certainly poured forth the bile.
Here’s a pat on the head and a candy cane for you.
ps, Isn’t “…childish and immature…” repetitious?
I think you are one of my new heros.
*Cheer*
Well said coyote.
/standing ovation on
if only…
WARNING! ALL WIT WILL BE MET WITH A BARRAGE OF TROLLS.
what wit??
I’ve heard of child labour, but this is ridiculous.
The epic fail is that the vehicle looks like it has a sheriff star on the side.
*sings* Workin’ on the chain gang…
I wonder if they get plumbers crack like adults do with their little tool belts hanging off their hips.
I thought kids were slaved making our Nike shoes. I didn’t realize they’re also used building our houses.
Where can I get one of these kids?
I could use some new Nikes…
To hell with Nikes, I could use a new HOUSE!
W00T!!!! Groucho Marx EGG!!!
Heeeeeeeeeeee!!!
EGG you are Lon Chaney reincarnated.
Why thank you! I’m expecting 1950’s Hollywood Studios to come knocking on my door any minute now.
You mean “knocking on my carton”, right? Surely, EGGs don’t have doors, unless they are referring to the refrigerator door.
Hey, can you make a Marilyn Monroe EGG? I’d love to see you in that white dress, with a blonde wig, and red lips, standing over an air vent. That would be the best EGG ever.
And filling our bathtubs with their own saliva!
pedo bear would love to see their plumber’s crack!
that’s just wrong
Ok lets start a pool: How long before someone says this isn’t really a fail and them explains it to us in a long winded, Buzz Killington fashion?
I sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… 28 comments.
32. *slaps down Monopoly money*
After the first pun-run, but before the steamy love scene.
(Yes, I know, I said I was leaving…now I really AM! Bye, all! *hugs!*)
Safe trip! *hugs*
I’m in for 2 pun runs and a revving up of the innuendo machine before they start.
One ball of pocket lint, a paper clip and some machine washed pocket gum on the over 41 1/2 line.
I say: not on this thread. I can’t see any possible way this makes sense. And I’ll see your pocket lint and raise you belly button fuzz.
I see your belly button fuzz and raise you one eye goop.
Guys this totally isn’t a fail. It’s probably an interactive kids museum or something. Kids museums were invented by George Washington in the 1800s and I went to one yesterday. Come on now.
How much did Fluffy pay you?
I blame titaniumspork. She was the one who said “32 comments”.
Yeah, Marius! I said it WOULDN’T happen! Why would I pay someone to come and make it happen? I’d loose all my belly button fuzz if I did…
My miss read Fluffy. I thought you were betting against my over line. Sorry!
s’ok Marius.. I know you’re eying my precious fuzz and it’s making you say crazy stuff…
I think fluffy was using reverse psychology. By saying they ‘wouldn’t’ and there is ‘no way’ this could make sense, it’s sure to be seen as a challenge by those tbuzz kill trolls.
You’re making me look smarter than I am. I was merely hoping this would be a troll-free thread… I mean, it IS Thanksgiving, and we all deserve such a thread… just once a year… *wipes tear*
It’s Thanksgiving? Fluffy, no matter where you live, I think Thansgiving’s over now.
And I returned too late to see what happened. To whom do I owe Monopoly money?
*yoink!*
Okay, I’m coming from Firefox instead of Internet Explorer this time, so I’m not sure if my kitty avatar will be showing up. But, rest assured, this is the one and only real emygirl. Anywho…
Fluffy, do fish have belly buttons? It never really occured to me, nor have I really thought of the idea, I just can’t exactly picture the daddy goldfish cutting the umbilical cord with tiny kelp scissors, while the mommy goldfish is sweating and in pain, waiting to see her little guppy. Plus, as a side note, wouldn’t the fuzz get wet in the water? I would say it’s now belly button glop.
Also: I totally didn’t understand the whole “Buzz Killington” thing before! I can’t believe I didn’t see that! I just thought it was some “stick up his crapshoot” science major from 1940 or something, and then it finally popped into my thick skull.
The name is self explanatory, but it is also a character from Family Guy.
that was the 28th comment and scotteh paid me one bowl of fried spam for doing it
HEY@!! Deal’s off due to breach of silence about the deal!!!
uhhhh…. WHICH WAS NEVER MADE IN THE F**ST PLACE!! I SWEAR! (a lot!)
Bottom dealer!
*Flips table up and goes for gun!*
LOOKOUT!
*covers face with fried spam*
That’s a weird way to moisturize your skin.
*Realizes it is lunch time and wanders off.*
Where are you going? There’s fried spam to be had!
With a side of bellybutton lint, garnished with eye goop.
*yummmmy*
Pass the toejam, please!
*Wanders back* I thought spam was a facial treatment.
No, that involves a shellacked fish of some sort.
but i kinda wanted to know…………………………………………….
Nice Pac-man trap.
Logic Fail:
Have you ever tried to get a kid to clean his room???
There’s no way they’re doing construction work!
Haven’t you ever noticed they will do work for others but they won’t for their own parents?
Hmm…this is true….even now that they’re grown, they’ll go work all day for their girlfriends’ dads helping with hard labor…but won’t come and look after the kitties for me….
Because that’s how our instincts developed, this is the answer of all human “problems”, the instinct!
*Instinctively whacks Zurack with rolled up newspaper.*
But w-why? :,(
:[
We’re serious.
Aww, buck up little campers. It was for claiming it is instinct to abandon ones parents. Besides I the paper was not rolled too tight and I didn’t swing that hard. It was more of a be nice to Olson gesture.
Well, that’s how stone age works, your parents die before you can “take care” of them! But don’t worry, we will develop instincts to take care of them in the future!
Sh*t, how much time do I have?
You have 24 hours, I’m sorry.
Will use up as much natural resource as possible in 24 hours.
And the halibut was wrapped in that newspaper…
I missed the of. Whacks Zurak again.
Who is Zurak?
*Hits self with paper wraped halibut.*
p^
Zurak is your evil twin brother.
Are you whacking yourself?
You mean the moustache-less white blob? Mikey D?!
MIKE JONES?? He got grillz boi.
Rob a liquor store n tell ‘im make me some grillz y0!
Smile for me, daddy!
I object to being whacked with wrapped Halibut.
Cuz it takes away from the authentic experience?
*hands over the shellacked halibut*
Here. I believe this is what you’re looking for.
*snork*
*takes the halibut*
You lot obviously can’t be trusted with this…
I didn’t know the paper was loaded.
*Throws self on the mercy of the court.*
Ew. *rubs fish oil off paper*
The quality of mercy is not stained!
*grin*
It blesseth dragon and him that failed.
*hee hee*
Hee!
Ooh…your sceptre is showing the force of your temporal power, there…
He needs a bigger loincloth.
‘Tis true O wise and upright judge
incipient pressure thwarts cannon law.
Mike Jones??? What about Davy Jones
Awww…shucks!
Thanks Marius!
*Tips hat*
*Tips cat*
Kids are the new men.
Men are the new cats
Cats are the new dogs.
Dogs are the new horses.
Horses are the new cows.
Cows are the new kids
Kids are the new men.
Fye on thee!
*shakes fist*
Why has no one said sheep are the new horses? BFF was close but no cigar.
Donkey heads are the new threat.
Ooh, I like the new avatar! I might have to change my kitty. Perhaps a Groucho Marx kitty, would that be acceptable?
And kids are the new men. Repeat as necessary.
And kids are the new men. Repeat as necessary.
Sorry! Couldn’t resist.
And kids are the new men. Repeat as necessary.
Meh!
Crazy is the new black. (I wear a lot of crazy)
Black is the new night.
Night is the new day.
Doris is the old Day.
Gladys is the old Knight.
Old knights are in white satin.
Sateen is the new satin.
Satin sheets to lie on.
Satin lies that bind.
Satin ties that bind.
Satan binds the lies.
Suttee burns the wives.
Dragon drinks the wines.
*hic!*
I thought kids are the new goats.
LOL
*hands Admiral a prize*
Oooh, thank you Mookie!
I like your avatar, by the way.
*preens* Why, thank you!
I don’t drink milk, but suddenly I could go for a cookie.
*hands Admiral a Mookie cookie*
Admiral, you haven’t joined our failblog myspace community….
Are you a vegetarian or a vegan?
I try not to make distinctions as I prefer to be inclusive as possible when discussing the subject. I’m vegan at home, and as much as practical when dining out.
I try not to restrict myself that much ever! As much as I respect others decisions to eat whatever they so choose, I couldn’t do the vegan thing.
Do you feel like you are restricting yourself when you don’t eat things that you prefer not to eat?
Well, no. But I have also recently learned to try new things. Going vegan would mean that I couldn’t try many of the things that come my way. I’m not sure I could handle that. But, to each their own.
I once went a whole week without eating any pasta, It was not a good week.
You weren’t using your noodle when you decided to do that.
That was a bit cheesy.
Sauce-y comments won’t nest below this level.
Crows may, however.
Maybe it’s meant to say “Construction OF kids at work,” which is just another way to say “making babies at the workplace.”
Obviously the kids are “working”! They are developing communication abilities and relationships by playing with other kids!
They’re building character!
Well.. yeah… that too… Character AND government buildings…
*cracks whip*
Sorry, I’m hetero.
*cracks open a can of coke*
*cracks knuckles*
*plumber’s butt crack*
*cracks smile*
*cracks coconut*
*Cracks back*
*cracks pencil*
*sprinkles some crack in her coffee*
*cracks ‘er jack*
The best part of waking up!
…is Folgers in your cup?
Hey Mookie! What’s up?
…is cocaine in your cup!
*looks up* Plaster.
Are there cracks in the plaster?
*cracks up*
*stubs foot climbing steps*
*cracks a toe* Aah!
Krakatoa? *runs for cover*
Mauna Loa? *digs for nuts*
Hawaii Five-O’a! Book ‘em Dano!!
There’s gonna be a crackdown when Skwerlly Bob gets here!
Too many wisecracks?
Huh?
what did I do?
or
what am I gunna do?
*confused puzzled skwerlly face*
Hmmmm
*ponders*
*cracks the case*
Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?
*cracks a cold one* passes it Crow*
*voice cracks* can I have one, too?
Is getting morning sex!
HEY! NOT ME!
*PERPLEXED*
*cracks Skwerlly Bob a nut*
*Bows*
Thank You Kind Lady!
Another Please?
*cracks up*
*Cracks nuts*
*Cracks jaw eating nuts*
hetero?
Yes.
Nuts.
Nut is a general term for the large, dry, oily seeds or fruit of some plants. While a wide variety of dried seeds and fruits are called nuts, only a certain number of them are considered by biologists to be true nuts. Nuts are an important source of nutrients for both humans and wildlife.
All nuts are seeds, but not all seeds are nuts. Nuts are both the seed and the fruit, and cannot be separated. Seeds come from fruit, and can be removed from the fruit, like almonds, cashews and pistachios, which were once inside fruit.
Reading all that made me nuts.
Oooowwwwww!
My brain!
this steering wheel is drivin’ me nuts
hehe… punch line of the worst joke ever…
Wait, are you fluffy, the fish?!
tl;dr
pb;ek
du;nm
ch;ip
fi;sh
ca;ke
no;ne
wh;at?
fa;il
da;mn
oo;ps
sp;am
me;at
eg;gs
so;up
fl;an
fo;od
me;al
(Wow. I just got distracted and dipped my carrot in whipped cream instead of spinach dip.)
If I was pregnant, I would probably eat that.
*shudders*
Ick. And I eat some crazy things!
What if it was BACON dipped in whipped cream?
That sound more to your taste?
*grin*
Uh… no. Not really. Bacon dipped in maple syrup, maybe.
That actually sounds good.
Oh Avis, you really are beyond rescue, eh?
What do I need rescuing FROM??
Clogged arteries, imminent death, y’kno, the usual.
It’s all in moderation. I don’t eat bacon all that often really. Maybe once every two months or so. If that often. I’m pretty healthy considering.
Oh good
So you’ll be with us for a while longer, then. *hugs*
You have a special ability to stop Failblog games, Olson!
You people have never had pancakes, maple syrup and bacon? You poor deprived sods. Go out and get some now!
I much prefer to dip my bacon in the egg yolk. Maple syrup on bacon, no thank you.
Agreed. Maple syrup is a bit too sweet for me. I’ve never cared for it.
Now honey on the other hand…
There is maple flavored bacon.
Try the bacon and pancake thing. You’ll thank me.
Oh it’s not a “sounds yucky I don’t want to try it” thing. I’ve tried it, I don’t like maple syrup on my bacon, nor do I care for the maple flavored bacon.
Not even Vermont style?
*thinks of a few tasty things to dip in whipped cream*
.
*would eat bacon dipped in whipped cream* drools*
What does that actually mean? I somehow missed that bit of Internet trivia.
too long; didn’t read.
It means ‘too long; didn’t read.’
It’s “too long;didn’t read.”
How many times do we need to repeat that?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
It’s just to make sure he understands!
Fair enough.
Fair enough.
Fair enough.
Echo.
Echo.
Echo.
*is a she*
*is a she*
*is a she*
Once again refers you to exhibit A: sexy curves and exhibit B: swells and dips in all the right places.
NUTS?
*Scampers Up*
*Assumes Cute Squirrel Begging Posistion #3*
*Twitches Tail in Anticipation*
Hee…I knew it!
Walnut or peanut? *Cracks both for Skwerrly Bob just in case*
*cracks a smile*
(and you must be a women to crack nuts)
This looks shopped, I can tell from some of the pixels and from seeing quite a few shops in my time.
Didn’t anyone tell you? There hasn’t been a reality since Photoshop was first released.
Yup, as I walk along the highstreet all I see are shops, shops, shops…
lame.
You’ll never keep up with the rest of us.
*shoots cha in the head*
*rofflesnork!*
I imagine you saying “it’s for your own good”, too.
I was feeling sentimental. Fuzz and I would walk the fails together late at night after the main comment threads had run down. Bored, we’d go bottom fishing and howl at each other’s efforts.
*sniff*
*comforts*
If there wasn’t such an annoying time difference, I’d stay up late with you and help you relive those days.
As it is, it’s getting late [here] and I’m going to bed
Send my love to dragon when she gets back!
*hugs!*
Love you back, sweets.
*refrains (with difficulty) from making a comment about the Admiral’s bottom*
He’s quite cheeky, isn’t he?
He keeps getting holed up at home.
Cheap labor woohoo!
I broke my leg woohoo!
Tell Grandma you fell off the swing. . .
I fell of your grandma’s swing!
Grandma’s a swinger?!?!
During the 1930s, I guess.
You didn’t fall, she pushed you.
Clarification: Pat Benatar – “Hell is for Children”
What is the abbrev. of abbreviation?
abr.
abrvatin
But where are the slow children?
One lap behind.
They get to play while the normal-speed children work.
It’s a cruel world.
*crewels*
*purls*
*embroiders*
*tats*
*crochets*
*embelishes*
*granny knots*
*whip stitches*
(uh oh, Avis, that’s sure to excite EB)
*needlepoints*
*knits*
(somehow, we missed that one earlier.)
*hooks a rug*
*cross-stitches*
*feeds thread*
*macrames*
*scrapbooks*
*braids*
(sorry, that’s the extent of my creative arts)
*laces*
*Sheep shanks*
*sews*
(I can’t believe we haven’t used it yet!)
*quilts*
*Sheet knots*
Is it cheating to use rope?
Nope! Not if I can…
*duct tapes*
*binder twines*
*bowlines*
*hitches*
*adapts mouse voice*
Leave the sewing to the women!
*surges*
Well, you know, delicate craftsmanship requires delicate hands. Building elegance win!
Isn’t this some sort of abuse?
Child labor!
Thank you, that was the joke.
Off-topic comment of the day:
It’s -3°C and not even snowing. I feel ripped off.
Anyone want some hot cocoa?
I’ll take some. Thanks!
Off-topic comment #2. Where’s Blue2th???
I’m having coffee, but would be happy to join in. Forecast here is for mixed precipitation and similar temperatures.
Lunchbox hasn’t been around lately, either. It’s probably holiday travel keeping folks away from their computers.
where you at, Admiral?
He’s on the west coast, if I remember correctly?
*worries about Admiral falling into the ocean when the crust collapses*
*worries also*
You’ve got to be the most natural hazard-prone developed country in the world!
Nah, I’m East Coast, and am often pushing the sleep envelope to interact with the West Coaster on the night shift.
I’m originally an East-coaster. Born NJ, then NY, spent most of my life in CT, then college in MA. Only moved to MI for law school. Stayed. *sigh*
Is that a bad thing? I’m moving to France this time next year hopefully, can’t wait!
It’s snowing here, too…driving snow, and very cold.
It was really nasty driving home from the airport…I’m glad I made it home safely!
What part?
Maybe Perpignan or Marseille, not sure yet! You can visit
No snow here yet
Damn desert! *shakes fist at desert*
*sends some snow to ErickB*
Aren’t Admirals crusty?
Not my Admiral. He’s as smooooooooooth as the really, really silky-creamy type of tofu.
(I was just going to say “cream”, but I know you don’t partake of dairy!)
That sounds fantastic, it’s freezing here.
And I don’t believe I’ve seen Blue2th on here in days.
*passes katy some cocoa too*
(I’m actually having half a bottle of wine to warm up, teehee)
Hee – I’m having a martooni!
What’s a martooni?
It’s an ironic martini.
Is it a proper gin martini, or a vodka martini, and what’s your preferred garnish?
I prefer vodka martinis, w/a twist of lemon. What’s your drinkie?
Ethanol
I’ll always be a sucker for a Jack Daniel’s. On ice, with coke, with lemonade, I’ll take it any way I can get it!
I like gin martinis with olives. I also like vodka martinis with a little white wine reserved from the last-consumed bottle.
Mmmmm.
I like vodka martinis with lemon, or with just a dash of fresh-pressed pomegranate juice.
Back in the old days, (you know, before those meddling kids came along) I preferred citrus-flavored tequila with orange juice mixed in, hawaiian punch, and and a lemon wedge on the side. That was only when I didn’t have work the next day, and I didn’t care about getting an extreme hangover. These days, it’s just a bit of wine after the baby falls asleep. *Sigh* How the times have changed.
*commiserates with emygirl*
It’s hard to have a drink with a baby. I have a 2 month old, and got intoxicated one night while she was with a sitter, and then felt like a HORRIBLE mom when I got back home.
*sigh*
Meh, you’re new to this. You’ll get over it, believe me.
Ernie Kovaks’ character Percy Dovetonsils always had a martooni.
No wonder Ethanol costs sooooo much.
P.S. I sent you a message.
Good question, I hadn’t even noticed. I’m sure he’ll turn up at the Failblog spring clean!
*hands mookie some cocoa*
*looks outside, shivers*
He had a bad day a little while ago, stuck around for another day or so, and hasn’t been back since.
Well hopefully he will be back after the holiday weekend. and LB too.
It’s ALWAYS cloudy here, I want to see the stars and everything!
this site used to be funny. now its shat.
Okay, byebye!
*hands cha a (sour) grape*
the funny ones are on vacation – DUH
Hey! I’m devastatingly funny. And I don’t want anyone saying, “looks aren’t everything.”
I think you’re adorable.
*hug!*
Looks aren’t everything.
Sorry, couldn’t resist the temptation.
so that’s what my mom meant…
Sorry, should have said “Drinking Martooni’s” – gulp
*Hands cha a wet blanket to go with the sour grape*
*hands cha an apostrophe to go with sour grape and wet blanket*
*hands cha his/her hat and shows him/her the door*
My glasses fogged up coming in from the cold…
Is that a CA Plate? Must be in Chinatown…
The kids are clearly at work taking pictures for failblog!!!
Keep sending your kids out and sending the pics in.
This looks more like a BB for Desperate housewifes to use to chat than anything elses.
Hey YIN, move on. PASS IDEA – Start your own Desperate Housewife BLOG.
Emails being sent ( no trace ) to the TEAM.
Habitat For Pedophiles
Their heads will be on a PIKE
Sorry, your comment was on the oicture…
I thought it was about the YIN.
Sheesh … no harm meant to anyone here (or anywhere else for that matter)
:-s
fail labor..
Those ancient Greeks are at it again. This time with illegal child labor. Ever since the Spartans sort of went away, those Greeks have been nothing but trouble.
This is evidence that the world needs more Zeppelin. Zeppelin and Inpu. They go together like chocolate and peanut butter or pizza and pineapple. I want pineapple pizza, dammit.
something about a 15-inch hawaiian…
They might be boy scouts… o.o
Children at work…men at play?
Men at work…Children on parade.
Why are SO many of my comments not posting?
It’s your turn to have them eaten by the Failblog monster. I had it a few weeks ago, and Blue2th and some others had it recently.
I know, it’s happened to me like over 9000 times now!!!
maybe you should try to limit your postings to a more reasonable frequency, like maybe under 4000 per day or something like that
The trailer is from the Contra Costa County Sheriff’s Office. Kids at Work is a childcare program for the children of Contra Costa County employees. I’m not exactly sure what the construction portion of the sign refers to, but I’m guessing it has to do with construction.
Very impressive that you knew that. The construction portion refers to when they were building the “Kids at work” next door.
This is the DUI Checkpoint trailer for the Contra Costa County Sheriff department.
WIN! Totally!