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The One With Movie, Halloween and Baseball Stuff
Just when I start to feel better from that flu thing I had a month ago, I get hit with a cold. I feel a bit like Michael Corleone from "Godfather III". I just can't stay away.
So my throat is all scratchy and my ears itch. And my voice, husky enough naturally, has become quite Sling Blade like. Every time I have to clear my throat, the words of Karl Childers run through my febrile mind. And of course, it makes Mrs CB laugh.
Mrs CB: What do you want for dinner
Me: (clears throat) Some a dem french-fried taters be awful nice mmmmmhmmmmmm
Mrs CB: Oh god. Not again with the Sling Blade.
Me: How bout some a dat potted meat too, if ya got any extry mmmmmhmmmmmm
Mrs. CB: (stares at me with mock concern and decides to see if I still have a fever)
Me: Some folks calls it a kaiser knife mmmmhmmmmmm, I calls it a nanner knife on a counts it's shaped like a nanner. mmmmmhmmmmmmm (proceeds to chase Mrs CB throughout the house)
Oh fun times. My best friend and I got drink once and did a conversation between Marge from Fargo, The Rain Man, Karl Childers and Ren & Stimpy. Oh sweet bachelor days...
It's Thursday...I have three days off. I have to start carving pumpkins. The centerpiece for the party next week will be a Martha Stewart pumpkin in a small cage. (I think she got a raw deal in light of the Enron boys, but prisoners are fair game to me). I need to find a skirt(Ick!!) for my costume. I am going as Mary Katherine Gallagher (SNL/Superstar). Mrs CB, refusing to go as a tree for me to make out with, is going as my nun bitch. If I can't find my costume, then I'll go as "Stuart" from madTV. I like to do his voice...especially at work. I don't wanna say. I need to make my tombstones tomorrow as well so I can get them painted. Mmmmmm....jigsaw love!!
Oh...I fixed the curtain rod snafu from last weekend. I can hear the sighs of relief. Thanks.
So...NL, I guess I'll go with St. Louis. I don't think I can ever get over the hideous uniforms the Astros wore when I was growing up. Ever!
So my throat is all scratchy and my ears itch. And my voice, husky enough naturally, has become quite Sling Blade like. Every time I have to clear my throat, the words of Karl Childers run through my febrile mind. And of course, it makes Mrs CB laugh.
Mrs CB: What do you want for dinner
Me: (clears throat) Some a dem french-fried taters be awful nice mmmmmhmmmmmm
Mrs CB: Oh god. Not again with the Sling Blade.
Me: How bout some a dat potted meat too, if ya got any extry mmmmmhmmmmmm
Mrs. CB: (stares at me with mock concern and decides to see if I still have a fever)
Me: Some folks calls it a kaiser knife mmmmhmmmmmm, I calls it a nanner knife on a counts it's shaped like a nanner. mmmmmhmmmmmmm (proceeds to chase Mrs CB throughout the house)
Oh fun times. My best friend and I got drink once and did a conversation between Marge from Fargo, The Rain Man, Karl Childers and Ren & Stimpy. Oh sweet bachelor days...
It's Thursday...I have three days off. I have to start carving pumpkins. The centerpiece for the party next week will be a Martha Stewart pumpkin in a small cage. (I think she got a raw deal in light of the Enron boys, but prisoners are fair game to me). I need to find a skirt(Ick!!) for my costume. I am going as Mary Katherine Gallagher (SNL/Superstar). Mrs CB, refusing to go as a tree for me to make out with, is going as my nun bitch. If I can't find my costume, then I'll go as "Stuart" from madTV. I like to do his voice...especially at work. I don't wanna say. I need to make my tombstones tomorrow as well so I can get them painted. Mmmmmm....jigsaw love!!
Oh...I fixed the curtain rod snafu from last weekend. I can hear the sighs of relief. Thanks.
So...NL, I guess I'll go with St. Louis. I don't think I can ever get over the hideous uniforms the Astros wore when I was growing up. Ever!
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Hmmm...this makes my decision all the more difficult.
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That makes several hundred of us. I'll be over as soon as I'm done disciplining H. She will crumble the second I start singing "Super Trouper" by ABBA.
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