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The dried apricot that was stuck in my nose has gone missing. Considering how far up there the blasted thing was stuck, this freaks me out...just a little.Bob, who has been calling me Apricot Nose, since the thing crawled up there, thinks it came loose and I swallowed it during the night.
Nuh ugh. I don't hardly think so. For one thing, my mouth is conditioned not to eat gross junk. And an apricot that's been stuck in your nose for over 24 hours most definitely qualifies.
I'll tell ya what I think. I think either it's worked itself all the way back next to my brain, which would not be a particularly good thing. Or, it escaped and is out there now lumbering around looking for another nose hole to creep up into.
I can tell you I'll be checking under my bed tonight before I go to sleep and I'd strongly urge you all to do the same. Last time I saw it, it was orange and wrinkly. There's no telling what it looks like now. If you see anything at all unusual, for the love of Pete, Harry, and David.....cover your nose holes!
Sign, I refuse to believe I swallowed anything that was ever in my nose. LOL! It escaped. I'm sure of it.
Barman, I'll go with the abduction theory if it means I didn't swallow that nasty thing.
Milky, I'm tired of goat. We always eat goat. Why can't we try roasted rat or something. They're not only the other, other, white meat....they're bite sized.
Manny, nuh ugh! She warned YOU about flashbacks. She warned me they wouldn't buy the cow if I gave the milk away for free. She also told me I didn't live in a flop house. Yanno, I always wondered....what thee hell is a flop house?
Damn it! I was sure you were the one who got her all ready for me.
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Ask barman to look up flop house. I too would like to know what it is. Jeez! I always came home to eat, shower, and sleep.
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Buy the cow? I always told her, the cow wasn't for sale! That's right, I wasn't about to sell my cow, only share. I am so full of wit!
I think you Mom may have been on to something when she said you did not live in a flophouse. Click here and see what Wikapedea has to say. So that is what it means!!!
Manny, after much consideration and with the overwhelmingly strong influence of Deb, Milky, and abdul, I decided maybe what Mom used to say is....he won't buy the goat if you give the jerky for free????
Barman, I must confess...I'm scairt to look. LOL!
Deb, rat pate'. (I know it's probably spelt wrong) sigh. Lemme alone. I got an apricot in my brain.
You know they do make things to keep apricots out of your nose. See I found one right here. Maybe you should consider getting one Crabbs.
Why Sentence structure is so important...
The boss had to fire somebody, and he narrowed it down to one of two
people, Debra or Jack. It was an impossible decision because they were
both super workers. Rather than flip a coin, he decided he would fire
the first one who used the water cooler the next morning.
Debra came in the next morning with a horrible hangover after partying
all night. She went to the cooler to take an aspirin. The boss
approached her and said: "Debra, I've never done this before but I have
to lay you or Jack off. "
"Could you jack off?" she says. "I feel like shit."
This reminds me of the time I sliced up and avocado and washed off the nice, shiny pit and then gave it to my cat to play with.
I never saw it again! I have no idea what happened to it. I suppose centuries from now, when archeologists excavate my house they'll find the pit somewhere and conclude that 21st century man ate mostly avocados.
Hi guys!
I went missing yesterday, huh? Not my fault. It was shot day. Shot day is a booger. I get allergy shots and they most always swell me up somewhere.....only so far...not in the chesticles.
Then I had to take my swollen self to all the hardware stores in search of a detail sander. I'm redoing our stairway. Bob's a little scared but...it'll be fine. I totally know what I'm doing.
After that, I got a shot headache so...what else could I do but...try to beat Manny's high score to take my mind off it.
Oh and I also started another blog but.......New blogger sucks! I can't even get my profile pic on the damnable thing. I finally gave up and left it sitting there till I figure out how to operate the blasted thing.
Check your shoes before you leave.
I'm sorry I missed this yesterday. Especially the part about me being in the same room as Sigorney Weaver. Dried apricots don't like me, haha.
I think you must have snorted it into your nasal cavity. I've done that before only it was when I threw up. Nasty!
You might have relaxed (during the Sigourney/SignGurl dream) and the blasted thing just slipped back down your throat. Watch for it to come out the other end, bwahahaha!