Bwahahahaha
Just listened to the intro @smartasshat did for Emergency Pants.
Thanks. I couldn’t stop giggling like a fool when I was making it. Bridget and Shane are so very evidently disgusted down to the core by the aspic (from episode 211). And their revulsion is in superb contrast to my infomercial-announcer yuckster voice.
Please enjoy it (and the rest of the excellent Emergency Pants) here.
Take off, you hoosier.
We’re nearly up to 48 hours of Brucing. I’m pretty proud of us.
Also, Bob & Doug are an ARB for me, eh.
HOOSIER AT HEART =) XOXOXO
Source: ashamedtosay
“I gotcha, Fluffington McPopfly!”
Baked Brian Williams agrees with Robofrakkin.
Sorry Burjit.
WWWHHHEEEEEEEEEE!!!
For Burjit.
Hot on the heels of Merlin and John’s excellent discussion of how dangerous bears are (Roderick on the Line #69 “Campfire Spaghetti Party”), I get this message on my answering machine today from the local police about a bear that’s been seen in my neighborhood. He even names my street.
A bear. In my neighborhood. ON MY STREET. GAH!
He goes on to say you should supervise children that you like during outdoor activities, and if you encounter the bear, clap your hands or sing. What the hell? So, if the bear likes your singing, he won’t rip you to pieces? Is he the reincarnated Roger Ebert?
Well, to be fair, my singing would repel any fish, fur, or fowl.
Maybe the police should have suggested throwing a sneaker at him.
My mother’s foster cat, Pepper, saying “They will never find me here.”
Here, Burjit.
One time (not in band camp) I had a mustache hair that went back in time.
Shadow, close up.
At first I thought this was a special post for BURJIT, incorporating a few of her special interests.
Important discussions are important.
