09 October 2006
34 so you said you was high classed, but that was just a lie
the mère and père cupcake have departed, leaving in their wake the latest in southern white trash coffee table technology.
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i've been in memphis partying with darcy and mimi. no sign of white trash coffee tables in that house. but me and darcy are pals now. we walk the streets and point our noses towards passing butterflies.
oh the party that must've been! darcy and mimi will be hungover for days. and the white trash coffee tables were hidden. the parents told me the two days prior to departure were spent cleaning like mad so jordan wouldn't know the filth in which our family lives.
it's also an alliterative white trash coffee table. peaches & paper of various plies and purpose. fantastic.
Hell, Caro... You remember my "couch" when I first moved--a folding chair and two boxes shoved together. Thank God my couch finally made it up from Atlanta.
i read plies and couldn't figure out why the peaches were doing ballet.
awesome. you can always leave it to me to make a toilet paper joke. given the diatribe about over-sized peas, it's quite evident i blather on about pretty much anything.
Brings about the question... What is the plural of ply? I read plies also and couldn't figure out why the peaches were doing ballet. Caro, we are so alike sometimes that it is scary. Heehee, can I shake your hand?
ply - noun (plural plies) - a thickness or layer.
i don't want to start any unfounded rumors but word on the street is you owe me one half of an offspring.
you so obviously want to start unfounded rumors, dread pirate. but i think the word that was really on the street- if we're on the same street here- is that we will be spliitting an offspring into fourths, sharing amongst ourselves and endowing it with some really rocking awesome hyphenated last name.
my math was never very good. And I was perhaps a little dumbfounded when Croft!e was explaining the details.
i will allow that the details were a little dumbfounding. and obviously there are some kinks, which is why we gave ourselves five years before discussing that phase. personally, i think the bombshell overflow plan was better.
the BombShell-Overflow plan? Is that some sort of University of Chicago weapons research lab protocol modulator? please discuss.
since this is croftie confidential and we're not even supposed to be speaking of it for five years, you'd best ask your lady, sir pirate. but clearly mad, monocled, jay-browed U of C scientists will be involved.
but will the scientists be south of the midway? that would somehow make it spookier.
the scientists would obviously be south of the midway- which would be spooky to us despite all this "you've been told not to cross the midway for 120 years because only bad things happen beyond the midway but now we have land beyond the midway so the midway is unspeakably glorious" propaganda to which we've been subjected. are you sure you weren't lurking in the maphy shrubs of the HP in late 2003? because your mastery of the maphy street smarts is mighty magnificent.
i was taking notes while you talked. and clearly my non-kirbified geography skills are helping me in the real world.
my kirbified skills help me do nothing- not even parking a car. would probably be a whole different oline had i learned geography from a proficient. and no note taking. we have more than enough notes already.
we do generate enough words for about 20 people. and many of those words... you couldn't find 20 people who understood them. prefixery, gerundizing, splicing, dicing... but it's so much more fun that way!
the importance of wordplay is woefully underrated.
Ok guys... As the only other person reading this blog who knows what Kirby is ('cause he's not a person! He's evil!), you must stop! There shall be NO mention of Kirby on this blog! It's just wrong!
And Caro... I still don't know how to parallel park. *shrugs* How hard can it be?
kirby kirby kirby!
meggie darling, i think making fun of mister don brian had a huge part in making me the oline that i am today. and he's not evil- it's just that his awkward was in no way compatible with ours. it seems that to not mention the kirby- at least on any occasion dealing with geography and parking- would be deceitful really. so, yes, in this instance- kirby kirby kirby!
It's official. Y'all have driven me nuts. The man was EVIL! He terrorized my brother for four years first and then I got stuck with him and his negative opinion of my brother! Plus, come on... He spray painted his car to save money. No person who is sane would spray paint a car.
i misread that as he "hairspray painted" his car, which yielded a hilarious visual of the kirb going at his nissan with a can of aquanet.
*LMAO* No, Caro. He SPRAY PAINTED his car.
BTW, Mike brought me back a present from his weekend trip to the Gulf. Can I get a collective "Awww" here?
**kirbawwww!**
clearly that's what the kirb would say while hairspraying his car!
*wonders* So NOW Nick will talk to me?? All it took was a mention of Kirby to get him to talk? *laughs*
And hey, I'm easily excited because I have low expectations when it comes to men I date. Example: Shithead who used to tell me, "I thought about getting you flowers but I didn't have time."
oh meggie - just didn't want to intrude upon your conversations about men and dewey.... but with the utterance of kirby... i had to jump in.
Very lyrical Nick... Had a nice flow to it. And aren't you the one that brought up Kirby first? I try to banish him from everyday thoughts.
Ok, this jobless girl must go to bed soon. Have a whole lot of nothing to do tomorrow.
honey, you are the furthest person from jobless in the room. you're on a break, but you've got a job.
and the shithead who said "i thought about getting you flowers but I didn't have time" said that more than once?! would think after one time, he would either get the flowers or shut up.
it was our oline who'd brought him first in a different chat we had... but i did bring him up in the blogments - i'd completely forgotten!
it is decidedly not the thought that counts with shithead flowerless boy.
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