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Those who were there that fateful day will tell you, it was her own fault. After countless jello shots Tumbleweed sucking on a breath mint, went to the captain, her shirt opened coyly, and convinced him to allow her to drive the ship.(yeah. I know ya don't drive a ship but I can't spell the other word and I don't wanna look it up. I'm busy!)
where was I?
Oh yeah. The Captain, always a sucker for a heaving bossom handed over the driving wheel. (I KNOW IT'S NOT A DRIVING WHEEL, LEMME ALONE ALREADY)
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
Giggling, tumble turned the wheel this way and that, knocking deck hands overboard, shifting toupee's askew, and causing old ladies to curse like sailors whilst trying to retrive their partial dental plates outa their dinner. It was madness, I tell ya!
The ship went down at approximately 11:43 pm. Most of the crew and passengers were rescued but Tumble, tumbled offa the deck into the water and was carried far, far, away.
Happily she was rescued. She woke up, days later in a hospital, horny as hell. (jello shots always had that effect on Tumble.) It took her eyes a while to focus. When they did, she began to pull her hair out by the bunches. PYGMIES! Bitty little men with bitty little......... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
She's there still far as I know. Oh sure, I could have sent help. Should have really, since I'm the only one who knows where she is. But, I lost something that night. And until I get over the heartbreak of my loss, Tumble shall be stuck forever in Pygmy hell. Where the island song is, (sung to the tune of Tiny Bubbles.) Tiny peckers, in my pants. Makes me loney. Makes me sad.
You see, I had gone the extra mile that night. That's right. I got sprinkles on my ice cream cone. And thanks to Tumble's lousey, stinking, driving ............ they ........slid ....... OFF!
Tumble, jello-shots make you horny ... really. Check out my one post from March... *evil grin*
Gads, I hope this means you have been rescued. You deserve better, much better!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA! Sign, crossed the line here ..... at the cowpie field???? What line?
orrrrrr.....better yet .... did you cross a line at the Michigan meet? You can tell me. Mum's the word. Not a peep. Not even if they torture me.
Milky, I know ya are but what am I?
oh damn! She always brings out the pee wee herman in me.
Suze, on my way. LOL!
Zen, what's an Enzyte patch? Should I have one? Or will it get me in trouble? More trouble.
Gareth. Aw, I'm sorry. You got here on one of those days when I slip round the bend and start making up goofy stuff. I've been sniffing grout for two days.
Yep I'm fast approaching the Bob Evans seniors menu. It's me in the pic. I'm thinking maybe when your brain doesn't grow up (as mine clearly hasn't) your body doesn't know it's supposed to start doing all that crazy stuff. Although, I do have some nice lines around my eyes and I'm not reading anything unless it's held out all the way to the end of my arm so, things are changing. LOL!
Barman, no. I haven't seen it. Course we don't see commercials any more of any kind ever since Bob got Ti-vo. Now we scan past all commercials. It's his new fun thing to do.
Rox, why thank you, babe!
Wmy, you are so bad. LMAO!
Mone, that's what I think. I get sprinkles everyday on my afternoon cone treat. And everyday they make the thing lopsided and the sprinkles start falling off. So there I stand like a kook with my mouth open under the cone trying like hell to save the sprinkles. You'd think it was the rain forest I put so much effort into it.
Denny, article??? AHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA! Me? Writing anything at all that could be considered an article or even worthy of a title is hysterical. Dude, I just clack out whatever's floating around in my head at the time. It's never gonna make any sense. It's me, remember?
Milky, get back here right now, missy and read every word I wrote.
Sign is right, Denny. You'll never understand it cuz ....well .... it's kinda like lookin inside my head. You see what's in there but none of it makes any sense. Much like this comment. LOL!
Tumble, well...when you put it that way. No, I still don't want pygmy heads in my whoha. ahhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Now watch. Just you watch. I'll get letters from angry little pygmies.
Check your shoes before you leave.
That's the worst nightmare ever! How do you know my worst fears? or the horny after jello-shots thing?Are you psychic?
You know, if they all hold hands and form a chain....they are the size of an average penis and their soft little touch is actually quite arousing.