At some point, I shall actually try to crank out a post that is well written, thoughtful and hilarious. For now? I’m still basking in the glow of my piles of laundry and thinking about the hideous potential of ANOTHER car repair, so I want to get down and have a little fun with you and Whoorl.
Why?
Because Whoorl is pretty. And it sounds fun. And possibly a little dirty. Although in reality it isn’t whatsoever. Dammit.
I think I have some of the best comments on the planet. (Seriously? Seriously.)
Which is why I want you all to come up with a caption and/or imaginary conversation for this awesome photo by the fabulous Dutch Blitz:
Whoorl is a good sport for letting me play this game. This is the two of us at Y’s infamous BlogHer CheeseburgHer Party. (Which I loved. After 33 years on the earth, I FINALLY attended a party that was shut down by The Law. I’ve arrived, people.)
There are no real prizes, but the commenter who comes up with the best caption for this photo will earn my undying love and respect. And I’ll make out with you and post photos of our make out session on the internet. Because THAT IS HOW I ROLL, PEOPLE.
(Ok, fine. If you DON’T want to make out with me I will let you choose the non-monetary prize of your choice. Want linky love? Done. Want me to read something of yours and review it, answer a question or write something about the topic of your choice? SO there. Want me to ride nekkid on a donkey with you at the next Mardi Gras? Maybe. It depends on how many beads I’ll get out of it.)
Point is: You’ll get to pick your prize. Within reason, of course.
And if that wasn’t enough excitement, MY HUSBAND may actually comment on one of my posts.
(Somebody be prepared to catch me if I pass out in shock, please. Except I’ll give Backpacking Dad a free pass on this one. He’s been doing heavy duty overtime in the chivalry department for the blogosphere lately and I imagine he’s a bit knackered.)
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It’s like a condom for your head. Sure it gets the job done, but it smells kinda funny.
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Loralee! This is Kara from Millie, and let me just tell you, I have spent the last probably 3 days at work just reading your blog! And you are absolutely hilarious! Thanks for giving me so much amusement as I sit here dying in this tiny fishbowl of an office. See you soon!
kj
PS. And don’t worry, you’re not the only one who married a geeky husband — I too share that glorious title.
PPS. …I wonder what the Pickleville would say about your magical boobies?…
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L: Do you know the Muffin Man?
W: The McMuffin Man?
L: THE MUFFIN MAN!!
ps. I vote for Suebob’s
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Can I get some fries with that shake?
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Lo- OF COURSE you can. I know because I’ve done it, and you should probably step off before I show you exactly HOW I milked that damn cat!
My first instinct was to say something like “I was told this was an original,” or something like that. But I see that there a few permutations of that particular idea already, so I will take a different tack. I must also admit, you do have some HI-larious commenters. Here’s my contribution:
L: Did you see my awesome boobs?
W: Totally.
L: Yeah, they’re pretty sweet.
W: Sweet indeed.
L: Don’t patronize me.
W: I wasn’t patronizing you. I was agreeing with you.
L: You were patronizing me! I know it when I hear it. If you don’t like them, that’s fine. Just be a man and admit it.
W: Fine. I don’t like them. They’re much too… fake.
L: WHAT?!?
W: Yup. Like a 7 dollar bill, sweetie.
L: Wow, Whoorl. You really know how to hurt a girl.
Annnnnnnnnnnddd… Scene.
You see what I did? I didn’t even MENTION the bags. I thought it would be funnier if the bags were almost ancillary to the conversation. Besides, obvious comedy isn’t really my… bag. {Chortle}
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I am also voting for Mary Beth’s entry regardless of any rules henceforth.
xo
I clearly don’t need to even try coming up with anything since you already love & respect me. And we’re gonna do it if we ever meet. Yup.
But I AM a good sport, so:
Loralee tries to explain that the shreds and curls in her bag add depth to her style, in an obvious attempt to persuade Whoorl follow suite. Whoorl has one thought: “Bitch, I’M WHOORL. I tell OTHER people what to do with their bags.”
No? Too much? Dang.
“So I says to the clown “Look here Ronald, I know all about your secret sauce.’ Right, right?”
Dude. Jon Deal’s is pretty kick ass. Just sayin’…
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