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You really must TRY to stay abreast of these matters:sad2: Do you need a full summary? It goes something like this:

If you happen to sit down on a pair of glittery, poo-filled pants at McDonalds (which is not an appropriate place to be on a first date anyway!) please do not respond by screeching. Screeching (combined with the effects of too much mayo and amaretto, not to mention fried pies) may give a rude old codger (NOT Dan--he is a nice guy, not a codger) a heart attack. This would lead to a CPR trained boy scout trying to save her life only to be sued by the Union workers who he displaces in so doing--and while entangled in the lawsuit both the boyscout and union worker may miss out on their Thanksgiving meal (which would not be complete without Mac N cheese--and after which they may be revoltingly obese like Henry the eighth). All because YOU lacked the good manners to stay out of poo pants in McDoanlds and just eat some peanuts on the plane instead. So there!

You know, the good news is if the boy scout and the Union worker cause enough of a disturbance of the peace they could go to jail which, in Massachusetts, would put them at the front of the line for swine flu shots.
 
You know, the good news is if the boy scout and the Union worker cause enough of a disturbance of the peace they could go to jail which, in Massachusetts, would put them at the front of the line for swine flu shots.

Or, they could go out to dinner together to iron out their differences and refuse to leave a tip, be arrested and detained with 10 years olds who will not shower.
 
The guys were all at a deer camp. No one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.

The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.
They said, "Man, what happened to you?"
He said, "Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."

The next night it was a different guy's turn. In the morning, same thing--hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.
They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!"
He said, 'Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night."

The third night was Fred's turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning!" he said. They couldn't believe it.
They said, "Man, what happened?"
He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the tush, and kissed him good night...

Bob sat up and watched me all night."
 
Or, the ycould go out to dinner together to iron out their differences and refuse to leave a tip, be arrested and detained with 10 years olds who will not shower.

Don't be ridiculous. The 10 year old was arrested and detained for being trailor park trash who doesn't know how to conduct himself and who can only afford to stay at an All Star Resort. :rolleyes:
 

The guys were all at a deer camp. No one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.

The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.
They said, "Man, what happened to you?"
He said, "Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."

The next night it was a different guy's turn. In the morning, same thing--hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.
They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!"
He said, 'Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night."

The third night was Fred's turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning!" he said. They couldn't believe it.
They said, "Man, what happened?"
He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the tush, and kissed him good night...

Bob sat up and watched me all night."

Oh man, GK, I wish I could quit you!
 
The guys were all at a deer camp. No one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.

The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.
They said, "Man, what happened to you?"
He said, "Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."

The next night it was a different guy's turn. In the morning, same thing--hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.
They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!"
He said, 'Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night."

The third night was Fred's turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning!" he said. They couldn't believe it.
They said, "Man, what happened?"
He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the tush, and kissed him good night...

Bob sat up and watched me all night."

:rotfl2::rotfl2:
 
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That's it...I have had enough. I must insist that all posting stop on this thread or I will never make it to work. And I can't Dis at work so I won't be able to keep up and then I will be totally lost. And we wouldn't want that to happen now would we?
 
The guys were all at a deer camp. No one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.
:lmao::lmao::lmao:

Oh GK--how could you????:sad2: Insulting gay men:sad2: or cowboys:sad2: or Brokeback Mountain:sad2: Well, I am sure you insulted SOMEONE in all that:confused::rotfl:


Don't be ridiculous. The 10 year old was arrested and detained for being trailor park trash who doesn't know how to conduct himself and who can only afford to stay at an All Star Resort. :rolleyes:

Oh the VALUES people:mad: Disney shouldn't even let THEM in the parks you know! except for litle old me of course
WAIT! Hold the train (snakes and all)! Who wanted to knwo who THEY are??? I think we solved that mystery:thumbsup2
That's it...I have had enough. I must insist that all posting stop on this thread or I will never make it to work. And I can't Dis at work so I won't be able to keep up and then I will be totally lost. And we wouldn't want that to happen now would we?

Oh no! If you lose your job, your will only be able to afford value resorts and we ALL know what that means now don't we?:rolleyes1
 
I just posted this on another thread (concerning Thanksgiving and the Pilgrams, I believe, although I did not read any of the posts) and thought I would put it here also for your reading amusement (I hope):

Interestingly, one of my ancestors was at that famous Thanksgiving meal, Cotton Mather Legalsea, and he even wrote down what they had, with the letter being carefully preserved over the generations; Cotton was writing to his creditors back in London:

To Satan’s Brood:

It is with utmost regret that I fynd I am in a peculiar situation and so cannot remit to thou bloodsuckers the King’s Coin which You have been Promise by Me before I boarded the Shipp; I do Hope that You Leeches saw me Waving to You as we quitted the Shores of Plymouth. Should You Foule Servantes of Darkness find yeself in My area of this World do looke me Up and I shall pay my Debt with the Utmost promptness. If I am not In when You creep upon these Shores be pleased to Wait until my Return.

We Pilgrims (for thus the Captaine has taken to calling ourselfs, whereas I suggested “Supreme OverLords of All We Survey”), had Occasion to Sit and Dine with the Local Peoples Whom Calle themselves “The Blessed People of This Most Abundant Land” (which we shortened to Indian), and had a Feaste of Unparallel Delight. It is My Thought that, since you and your Satanic Brothers have been disappointed by the Lack of Coin you would be satisfied to read of what we Partook of at the Feaste. I had been Seated at a spot next to the Poop Pit, which I was assured was the Best Seat available.

The Feaste mainly consisted of Fowle of the Land. I cannot heartily recommend the Crow, since it Tasted As bitter as one would Imagine Crow to taste, but the Sparrow Fitted nicely in the Mouth with a Pleasing Crunch. The Indians did bring a Deere which they Roasted over the communal Fire, of which I had a hoof; they did Assure Me it was the Best Part of the Animal. We also Ate of the Fish of the Sea, of a species Unknown but Called Su-shee by the Indians. I do Wishe the Su-shee had been Cooked, and, lacking that, at least Gutted. I only Wishe that You and Yours could have eaten of it.

The Indians also served a Dish called “bees and cheese” which was as Foule as It sounds. The Cheese was rather Pleasing, but a Substitute Must be found for the bees.

We also had what these Savages called Appetizers consisting of Various Roots pulled from the very Dirt under our Feet and served on a Large Plate with instructtions to Dip said Roots into a Foul mixture that was called Dippe. No One Ate of These and it sat Untouched.

I did Excuse Myself prior to Dessert (which I believe consisted of Mice on a Sticke) and so did please myself by Not Offering a “tippe” to these Indians for the Foule Feast. I believe a Warrant has been Issued for my Failure to “tippe” so I Shall sign Off now as I am Traveling Quickly to Another Locale that I Hope and Praye has Better Food.

Cotton Mather Legalsea
November 1621
 
Actually, with cats in the house, it's starting to be tinsel pooh season anyway. :santa:

Because nothing says Christmas like festively shimmering piles of pooh sprinkled hither and yon. I can almost hear my special fur-snowflake preparing to heave up the very first be-tinseled hairball of the season as we speak.
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You really must TRY to stay abreast of these matters:sad2: Do you need a full summary? It goes something like this:

If you happen to sit down on a pair of glittery, poo-filled pants at McDonalds (which is not an appropriate place to be on a first date anyway!) please do not respond by screeching. Screeching (combined with the effects of too much mayo and amaretto, not to mention fried pies) may give a rude old codger (NOT Dan--he is a nice guy, not a codger) a heart attack. This would lead to a CPR trained boy scout trying to save her life only to be sued by the Union workers who he displaces in so doing--and while entangled in the lawsuit both the boyscout and union worker may miss out on their Thanksgiving meal (which would not be complete without Mac N cheese--and after which they may be revoltingly obese like Henry the eighth). All because YOU lacked the good manners to stay out of poo pants in McDoanlds and just eat some peanuts on the plane instead. So there!

But who gets to get the epidural in all of this craziness?
 
But who gets to get the epidural in all of this craziness?

ME!ME!ME!ME! I never got ot have one:yay: Oh WAIT--I don't want it, I won't be a real woman if I get it. Just give it to Grimace when you are helping the fry guys steal the fries.
 
ME!ME!ME!ME! I never got ot have one:yay: Oh WAIT--I don't want it, I won't be a real woman if I get it. Just give it to Grimace when you are helping the fry guys steal the fries.

Or pies.
 
ME!ME!ME!ME! I never got ot have one:yay: Oh WAIT--I don't want it, I won't be a real woman if I get it. Just give it to Grimace when you are helping the fry guys steal the fries.

If you breastfeed Grimace, it turns you back into a real woman, though.
 
Well, boys and girls it has been fun playing. However, I must be going for the evening now (and I don't hang around here too often on the weekends) so I must pack my toys up and go home. In honor of having everything on this thread, I will now preesnt a YAGE (Yet Another Grand Exit--I just learned that word this week, isn't it a useful little bugger?:cutie:)


Well I NEVER This is the meanest group of people I have ever run across ANYwhere on the interent. You are all like a bunch of school yard bullies or rabid politicians fighting over a hanging chad! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! How can you enjoy making fun of each other like this? It is sick and wrong I tell you. Sick and wrong. The whole lot should go back to cleaning your squalor filled homes and stay away from the computer. I remember when the DIS was a happy place. A place filled with pixie dust and rainbows. A place where you could always see the sun, day (day) or night (night). A place where you could call up that shrink in Beverly Hills and not be mocked. NOW? NOW? NOW? Well let's just say I vehemently disagree with the direction the whole board has taken. I am leaving. I will NEVER, EVER, EVER come back here (until the next time I do) You'll miss, too, when I am gone. Just wait and see.
 
Well, boys and girls it has been fun playing. However, I must be going for the evening now (and I don't hang around here too often on the weekends) so I must pack my toys up and go home. In honor of having everything on this thread I will now preesnt a YAGE (Yet Another Grand Exit--I just learned that word this week, isn't it a useful little bugger?:cutie:)


Well I NEVER This is the meanest group of people I have ever run across anywhere on the interent. You are all like a bunch of schol yard bullies or rabid politicians fighting over a changing chad! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! How can you enjoy making fun of each like this? It is sick and wrong I tell you. The whole lot should go back to cleaning your squalor filled homes and stay away from the computer. I remember when the DIS was a happy place. A place filled with pixie dust and rainbows. A place where you could always see the sun, day (day) or night (night). A place where you could call up that shrink in Beverly Hills and not be mocked. NOW? NOW? NOW? Well let's jsut say I vehemently disagree with the direction the whole board has taken. I am leaving. I will NEVER, EVER, EVER come back here (until the next time I do) You'll miss too when I am gone. Just wait and see.

I have not read the above post, but, I mean, WELL I NEVER!!

When you come back perhaps you may answer a question that I have been meaning to ask you: Is Germany not in the United States? Is it not part of Disneyworld? It is all so foreign to me....
 
Well I NEVER This is the meanest group of people I have ever run across ANYwhere on the interent. You are all like a bunch of school yard bullies or rabid politicians fighting over a hanging chad! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! How can you enjoy making fun of each other like this? It is sick and wrong I tell you. Sick and wrong. The whole lot should go back to cleaning your squalor filled homes and stay away from the computer. I remember when the DIS was a happy place. A place filled with pixie dust and rainbows. A place where you could always see the sun, day (day) or night (night). A place where you could call up that shrink in Beverly Hills and not be mocked. NOW? NOW? NOW? Well let's just say I vehemently disagree with the direction the whole board has taken. I am leaving. I will NEVER, EVER, EVER come back here (until the next time I do) You'll miss, too, when I am gone. Just wait and see.

Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord...oh wait, that's a religious reference.

Don't let the door hit ya where the dog shoulda bit ya! Buh-bye.


See ya later!
 
Well, boys and girls it has been fun playing. However, I must be going for the evening now (and I don't hang around here too often on the weekends) so I must pack my toys up and go home. In honor of having everything on this thread, I will now preesnt a YAGE (Yet Another Grand Exit--I just learned that word this week, isn't it a useful little bugger?:cutie:)


Well I NEVER This is the meanest group of people I have ever run across ANYwhere on the interent. You are all like a bunch of school yard bullies or rabid politicians fighting over a hanging chad! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! How can you enjoy making fun of each other like this? It is sick and wrong I tell you. Sick and wrong. The whole lot should go back to cleaning your squalor filled homes and stay away from the computer. I remember when the DIS was a happy place. A place filled with pixie dust and rainbows. A place where you could always see the sun, day (day) or night (night). A place where you could call up that shrink in Beverly Hills and not be mocked. NOW? NOW? NOW? Well let's just say I vehemently disagree with the direction the whole board has taken. I am leaving. I will NEVER, EVER, EVER come back here (until the next time I do) You'll miss, too, when I am gone. Just wait and see.


Run along now. I'm sure you have some calculations to run that will get you from that inferior metric system back to the system used by the 3 most powerful nations in the world. ;)
 
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