Holy shit...
That last post of mine has been getting comments out da ass and I didn't know it.
They're supposed to be emailed to me, but... they haven't been.
Couple that with the fact that when I tried a little while ago to get into my comments I couldn't thanks to Munu's spam warning and it makes me almost wanna ask Paul how much longer...
Did "ocean of fish, river of liver" sound familiar too?
*grin* Kenna... HI! How ya been? And yeah, I've had a similar venison/other meat mix and it IS good. I oughta look into that.
Along with Vis's's's's's idea about what to do with that large blob of frozen stuff. And, Mary... you NAILED it with the final disposition of that liver.
*shudder* Now, can aaaaanybody, especially "hunter" types, maybe clue me in as to WHAT is to be done with a dead squirrel that fits into a sandwich baggie and wouldn't cost 50 bucks if it was weed? Goddamn thing is TINY. How the hell it was even seen to be shot is beyond me.
Or, is it standard to have Sgt. Stedenko-sized binoculars duct taped to your rifle/shotgun/squirrel-murdering-thing?
Jesus. Are we having frickin' MINI-ME here for dinner some day or what? Hell, even he'd need two or three of those little shits to make a meal. This squirrel is to "a meal" what a guppy is to "a fish mounted over the fireplace". Oh, lovely.
I just glanced at the TV in time to see James Brown dead, in his coffin.
I'm sure he'd be thrilled with that. And, speaking of the TV... there were two couples on Dr. Phil and no, I don't make a point of watching him, it was just "on" and I didn't feel like finding the remote to change it, plus he just went off... Anyway... these two couples... if the chick from the one couple had married and bred with the guy of the other couple, their kids woulda been born without lips, I'll bet.
Both he and she looked like they regularly eat Preperation H on Saltines or something.
Their mouths were tiny and their lips were thiiiin...
Man. "Dear Preperation H, I been eatin' this shit for a month and I still have hemmorhoids. Meanwhile, my mouth's so smaaaalllll I can't even eat a grape anymore.
But, I kin whistle real good..." (Many thanks to the utterly adorable Mr. Bill Engvall for so graciously allowing to blatantly rip that riff right off from him...)
(Like he knows.)
(Or cares.) Love ya, Bill!!! You too, Larry. And, Ron?
I ever get in close enough proximity, I will throw you over my shoulder and run off with you.
You is da SHIT, Dude.
Let yer ex keep the kid.
Bring the bulldog. Anyway... What's with the tiny squirrel?
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Hmmm... I try to comment here at least once a week or so and most of the time I get some bullshit message about comments not working and to try again later. I just gave up after a while. I say to hell with them. Move your blog to somewhere that the comments work.
:-)
:-)
Posted by: Assrot at January 12, 2007 08:17 PM (ARCEn)
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It's in the works.
For Gut Rumbles, too...
Paul is gonna move and host both of us.
And, when I get moved, I'll have a new, bigger, better picture of myself in the sidebar.
Possibly two.
"Glamour Shots", if you can believe that.
BUT... my kind of glamour shots, which include leather jackets and semen company baseball hats and a plaid shirt.
But not all at once...
I can't wait til we move.
For Gut Rumbles, too...
Paul is gonna move and host both of us.
And, when I get moved, I'll have a new, bigger, better picture of myself in the sidebar.
Possibly two.
"Glamour Shots", if you can believe that.
BUT... my kind of glamour shots, which include leather jackets and semen company baseball hats and a plaid shirt.
But not all at once...
I can't wait til we move.
Posted by: Stevie at January 13, 2007 01:17 AM (K5VrZ)
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