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Beer Belly, meet Outy, the belly button that says, “I’m out of beer.”

I was wondering what happened to my shirt.

Yeah, I borrowed it. I had some roadwork to do, followed by a hot date, and I didn't have time to change.

How you got that pic of me, though, I'll never know. (Damn, I look more buff than I thought.)

Hey I got a Blythe doll for my birthday! 33 and I almost cried because I got a dolly!

It's like having a movie star in the house.

Happy birthday, Towerbrave!

Jesus, Towerbrave, those are the kinds of dolls that one dreams might come to life in the night at stab you with tiny (but incredibly painful) knitting needles.

Actually, all dolls are like that.

Happy Birthday! One's early 30's are a magical time, my dear - young enough to look exquisite (check!) and old enough to know what you're doing (assuming check!) And recall the poet Robert Frost: "A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age." May all the men in your life be diplomats, and all the women envious.
~

Happy birthday, Towerbrave! You're like our own living doll, except without the creepy sexual implications.

I'm *trying* to work that out, dana. My shrink says two to four more years or so.

Those Blythe dolls are equal parts glamorous and creepy. Kinda like Diana Ross, except slightly more lifelike. You know.

I can't wait to see the situations you put yours in, Miz Brave.

And oh yeah -- happy birthday, doll.

cool audio download find! Get 'em while they're hot!

I'd rather listen to chico's Plastic Diana Band.

communist ingrate.

also, the guy who invented this deserves the Nobel Prize.

Anyone who can listen to "Tales of Brave Ulysses" with a straight face ought mull it over a teentz before casting aspersions on others' taste.

I casted aspersions on no-one's taste (not today, anyway) merely the blithe dismissal of my generous sharing of the URL.

And, dippy lyrics aside, "Tales.." is pretty damned good musically speaking. And 38 years later "Badge," and "Sunshine Of Your Love" still sound great IMHO.

Anyone but me smell a CD swap in the air??

SOMEONE FIND THIS PICTURE!!!!!!!!!

How well did the last CD swap go?

In my group, I believe there was a total of one person who sent them out, and that one was not me. Did the other groups all get theirs out to each other?

The honourable Coldchef and Bmarkie were most prompt with their fine mixes, and much grooving has ensued.

Thanks for the birthday cheer, Folks! :)

Fes:
a) Sort of like this?

b)I like to think I know what I'm doing, but I imagine so did the Koebel brothers of Walkerton.

I enjoyed the shit out of the mixes I got.

Augh! Augh augh augh!

You tell that little blonde demon I have a 12 gauge, a 9 iron and a blowtorch and I will have ALL of them within arms reach tonight!

This may be the greatest cover evar.

In keeping with the title of this thread, my postcard from Vegas!

What a gyp.

crash, I worked on that CD a couple weeks ago. It's all bizarre covers like that. But Paul Anka wrote "My Way," so he is forgiven.

Fes, I'd love to comment on my swap CDs, but apparently my group is populated with slackers. *sniffle*

Mine went out, though. In fact, I sent out an extra to someone outside of my group. And my cd packages came with little monkey toys, 'coz I'm nice that way.

well, that was a long night, but I escaped it with only a single shotgun blast (pieplate sized hole in the wall down by the baseboard, I can fix that), a 2 inch blowtorch weal on my foot (needs no explanation) and my divorce papers. But so far? Fes 1, Blythe 0. Chew on that, ya vicious little tow-headed homunculus!

aine42, I propose we do a Swap wherein only those people who sent out disks in the last Swap are allowed to participate. Since there's only like three of us, we'll all just be in one big group. So: who sent out disks last time? So far, I have:

me
aine42
ColdChef
bmarkie
towerbrave?

but apparently my group is populated with slackers
Slackers, maybe. But no Slack-a-gogo. Once the mix swap keys have been turned I always execute the swap to it's logical conclusion. Mix discs and swaps are sacred around the Slack compound. I'm just waitng for the next swap call.

Fes, I sent out my disks last time. I may be a hot showgirl in disguise, but I still hold up my side of an, ummmm, bargain. And I loooooved the disks I got.

I can't swap again right now due to technical difficulties. But I will accept your (groveling) apologies for implying that I was a loser.

I'd be up for a swap. But I have to warn youthat I just bought the Dune soundtrack, and you know what that means. Toto, baby. Oh yeah.

you know what that means. Toto, baby

Be careful if you're planning on sending your mix via the US Postal System - I think there are laws against mailing weapons grade Toto across state lines.

I'm in. Because I crave validation.

Ooh. Slack -- nice mixes you've got listed on your site. Hell -- you don't even need to do another mix. Just send us those babies.

(Note: Do not include actual babies in the mailing. Again, frowns from the post office.)

But for some cool summertime fun, you can't beat taking a baby into the post office and asking how much it would be to send him ground. You could send him anywhere. Even, say, Turkey.

Wait...mixing babies with ground turkey? Somebody having a barbecue? I was sleep. Cheese on mine, please.

Oh, and feel free to Help a brotha out.

Whaddya call a CD Swap that Kafkaesque doesn't participate in? De-Kaf-inated! hahahahahahaha!

Ok, the 9622 Summer Serious-Swappers-Only Swap, so far:

me
aine42
ColdChef
bmarkie
slack-a-gogo
tizzie
Kaf

You can have my blog, Chef - never fired and only dropped once.

How will I get the dead donkey smell out, though?

Febreeze, same as I do.

Ummm, no, not me, Fes. Burner is kaput.

I'll do Tizzie's mix for her.

Sure, count me in! I may even come up with different music from the last disc.

And out of compassion for Fes, I'm switching Blythe to decaf (or dekaf, if you prefer).

I'm in, but only if you guys spell my name right.

Damnit! I knew I shudda' looked it up. Sorry BMarkey, I'm a lazy so-and-so.

I enjoy each and every BMarkie Post.

Oddly enough, Markie Post grew up in a town about 3 or 4 miles from the one I grew up in.

I enjoy each and every BMarkie Post.

Yooooouuuu, you got what I neeed, but you say he's just a friend...

oh baby yoooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Oddly enough, Markie Post grew up in a town about 3 or 4 miles from the one I grew up in.

I don't know whether to be jealous or nauseous.

If we do one more line I think we owe Biz Markie some money. Actually, I think it's Gilbert O' Sullivan that we'd owe, and I really don't want to be giving Gilbert the O any of my money at the moment.

Yeah - it just dawned on me that I was thinking of a different Biz Markie song. Sorry to have to bring up Gilbert O Sullivan for a moot point.

Ufez, having grown up there, nauseous is definitely the choice you're looking for.

Gilbert O Sullivan for a moot point

I think I've gots a NEW BLOG NAME!!!!!!!!!!!

I would recommend going with "online pharmacy". Guaranteed traffic!!!

Oh, and go with blogger is my humble recommendation, especially now that they (seem to) have commenting built into it, so you don't have to add on a third-party dealie like I did with the late, lamented Insert Better Name Here. I updated my template (and lost all the old comments in the process) but haven't had the gumption to really get it back and running again (yet).

I still check Insert Better Name Here every morning. And then I weep, cut myself a little, and begin the day anew.

Well, many medical professionals are now saying that a little blood-letting every once in a while may actually be beneficial, just like in the leeching days of old, so I'll just keep it dormant for the time being.

It's for your own good.

Hey, do you need a back-up writer (sorry, content provider) for this yet-unnamed blog for those times when you're just not up to being either bitingly sardonic or glibly humorous? Or both?

Because if you are, I'd say go with kaf.

I've got StanChin on retainer. And Miguel in a tiny cardboard box.

However, I will probably need a lawyer for all of my lawsuits. Are you still available?

Let me check my schedule, and I'll get back to you.

I'll be happy to work your schedule around your "stories." God knows what Marlena and Roman are going to do now that Kate and John have gone with Belle to see Phillip.

Here's the morning's 9622 Summer Serious-Swappers-Only Swap, so far:

me
aine42
ColdChef
bmarkEY
slack-a-gogo
Kaf
towerbrave

Anyone else that wants in, post by Friday?

And what the hell happened to Migs, anyway? He hasn't posted at Mee Fie, even, since (according to my admittedly rudimentary research) April 10 or so - and nothing in the Blue itself since November. Is he finishing a new novel or something? I can't hold up the internet's cocktail-and-insouciance requirements by my friggin self, you know.

ColdChef, if you'll send me one of my mixes, I'll ghost write your new blog. Deal?

Where is Miguel? And Lupo? Without them, I can only listen to Gilbert O Sullivan and weep.

ColdChef, if you'll send me one of my mixes, I'll ghost write your new blog. Deal?

My brain just tipped over.

Yoda will always be with you, tizzie.

Don't you mean, "Tizzie, always with you, Yoda will be."

I think it's actually "Will Yoda you always with be, Hot Mama."

("Hot Mama" is not officially Lucas-endorsed Yodaspeak)

Perhaps, but we all know Yoda was a little green stud back in the day. All that mystical leader shtick. works like a charm.

Ah, those hawt Dagoban nights.

"I see your Schwartz is as big as mine."

I think there's a little Yoda in all of us, no matter how often we floss.

On hot days, you can smell Yoda on people in the street. It's lovely, kinda like lilacs.

Lilacs dipped in chocolate sauce, with a gentle afternote of Javex. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Lilacs? That's it, I'm going Sith.

Of course, in sith very well lilacs grow. Mhm.

Beware of the Dark Side, Darth Fes.

Everywhere there's a little guy ridin' on another, bigger guy's back, hittin' him with a stick, and the little guy looks kind of like a cross between Yul Brynner and some phlegm, well, that's where Yoda is.

Everywhere there's a puppet that when he talks you have a little half second of "Is that more like Gonzo or Grover?", that's where Yoda is.

Everywhere there's a little eight hundred year old man livin' alone in a swamp, drinkin' tea and juggling, maybe eatin' some corn on the cob, that's where Yoda is.

and that's why I want to cut the little booger's ears off with my trusty double-saber lightsaber that I got from my new best friend and super-pal Sidious. Safety tip: Don't have one too many beers and accidentally call him "Dark Shittious."

Ewok Hunt! Woohoo!

Everywhere there's a guy in a Brooks Brothers suit and appalingly well-appointed footwear, cuttin' up an Ewok for no reason except he's an Ewok, that's where Yoda is.

I think Yoda might be in my back yard. Hairy little dude? Pointy ears? Humping my lawn gnomes?

He looks like a rhino's scrotum. But sexier.

I have a good reason! To wit: the aforementioned acquisition of a new ottoman. Plus, Ewoks be tasty.

Wherever there's a little green guy sodomizing a garden gnome...

Slack-a-gogo: email me!

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