Mixed Nuts

[disneymama73]

I USED to like you. J/K.

It is a dreary day here too.

You cannot hide your love for me.

 

[GoofyDad869]

JEAN: How are you?

LIZ: Which baby step are we on today?

MICHELE: Things any better?

GODADDY: Peyton stories?

Well, since you asked...

There once was a man named Peyton. He liked to play football. His whole family liked to play football. Peyton got to be very good at it, through lots & lots of practice (kids, practice makes perfect!). He had only been called a 'chowderhead' a few times by many, many people - usually when he would flub up a play. These people were called 'fans'. Not like ceiling fans, but fanatics. Sometimes they would also be called Philip Fulmar, who was the coach of the Tennessee Volunteers. A man named GoofyDad869 saw this happen on many occasions in a big building called Neyland Stadium, but GoofyDad869 never called Peyton a 'chowderhead'. Because Peyton was bigger than GoofyDad869 and could squish GoofyDad869 like a bug. People liked to wear lots of orange clothing, because the Tennessee Volunteers wore orange. Orange looks very bad on most people, but Peyton and GoofyDad869 could carry it off quite nicely. Peyton stopped playing football for the Tennessee Volunteers when he graduated (kids, stay in school!). Peyton soon left the smaller, warm city named Knoxville and moved to a bigger, cold city named Indianapolis to play football for a team called the Indianapolis Colts. Peyton also stopped wearing orange and white, and began wearing blue and white. The Indianapolis Colts like for their players to wear blue and white. Lots of people would watch his football playing, most dressed in blue (some were still dressed in orange, like GoofyDad869), both at the big stadium and in their own houses on a device called a television (kids, stop watching television and go outside to play - or read a book!).

One day, Peyton won a very big football game and they gave him and all of his team very big, tacky rings. And they all lived happily ever after. Some of those men sold their big, tacky rings on a website called eBay. The End.

 

[disneymama73]

Well, since you asked...

There once was a man named Peyton. He liked to play football. His whole family liked to play football. Peyton got to be very good at it, through lots & lots of practice (kids, practice makes perfect!). He had only been called a 'chowderhead' a few times by many, many people - usually when he would flub up a play. These people were called 'fans'. Not like ceiling fans, but fanatics. Sometimes they would also be called Philip Fulmar, who was the coach of the Tennessee Volunteers. A man named GoofyDad869 saw this happen on many occasions in a big building called Neyland Stadium, but GoofyDad869 never called Peyton a 'chowderhead'. Because Peyton was bigger than GoofyDad869 and could squish GoofyDad869 like a bug. People liked to wear lots of orange clothing, because the Tennessee Volunteers wore orange. Orange looks very bad on most people, but Peyton and GoofyDad869 could carry it off quite nicely. Peyton stopped playing football for the Tennessee Volunteers when he graduated (kids, stay in school!). Peyton soon left the smaller, warm city named Knoxville and moved to a bigger, cold city named Indianapolis to play football for a team called the Indianapolis Colts. Peyton also stopped wearing orange and white, and began wearing blue and white. Lots of people would watch his football playing, most dressed in blue (some were still dressed in orange, like GoofyDad869), both at the big stadium and in their own houses on a device called a television (kids, stop watching television and go outside to play - or read a book!).

One day, Peyton won a very big football game and they gave him and all of his team very big, tacky rings. And they all lived happily ever after. Some of those men sold their big, tacky rings on a website called eBay. The End.

Excellent story. First-rate.

 

[babynurse1]

Excellent story GoDaddy.

Thanks for sharing.

 

[GoofyDad869]

Here's another Peyton story:

There once was a man named Peyton. He had a ship called the Pequod. There was also a man named Ishmael. Ishmael thought that Peyton was a little bit bonkers - but in a good, uplifting, friendly way. One day Peyton, Ishmael and a bunch of other guys (called sailors) went out to sea in the Pequod. There was also a man named Starbuck, like the coffee. They bumped into a big white whale. Peyton didn't like the big white whale, and cursed the big white whale. I think Peyton called the big white whale a 'chowderhead', even though Peyton knew the whale's name was Moby Dick. I think Peyton wanted to kill the big white whale, make stuff from his blubber and eat him all up. But that's just my opinion. Anyway, the hunt for the big white whale took up a lot of Peyton's time, which made Peyton a very unhappy man. One day, Peyton died. Ishmael ended up writing a book telling the story about Peyton and the big white whale. The end.

 

[babynurse1]

GoDaddy, that's an interesting concept for a story. You should write a book.

Can we call you Ishmael?

 

[GoofyDad869]

GoDaddy, that's an interesting concept for a story. You should write a book.

Can we call you Ishmael?

Yesh, you may. Call me Ishmael. But that's really not my name. And GoofyDad869 is not really my name either.

 

[jonestavern]

Hi PixiePicklePop.

Coma Estas Jean?

asi asi --como estas?



I do apologize for respose delay--work reared it's ugly head!

 

[disneymama73]

Yesh, you may. Call me Ishmael. But that's really not my name. And GoofyDad869 is not really my name either.

IT'S NOT?!?!

 

[GoofyDad869]

IT'S NOT?!?!

My real name is Raoul. Duh.

 

[GoofyDad869]

Raoul Ishmael Peyton.

I like the sound of that. Plus it shortens to R.I.P.

So for my DIS tombstone many, many years from now it will read

"R.I.P.

R.I.P."

 

[apirateslifeforme]

My tombstone is going to say "I told you I didn't feel well."

 

[babynurse1]

That should be at the Haunted Mansion. Beside the tombstone that has the eyes that peek out at you.

Raoul the cabana boy. It sounds like you've lived an interesting life, GoDaddy.

 

[GoofyDad869]

My tombstone is going to say "I told you I didn't feel well."

Mine's going to read

"So what if my neck's spurting blood. I feel fine!" Must be a guy thing.

 

[apirateslifeforme]

Mine's going to read

"So what if my neck's spurting blood. I feel fine!" Must be a guy thing.

Any chance you're a Monty Python fan? "It's just a flesh wound!"

 

[babynurse1]

asi asi --como estas?



I do apologize for respose delay--work reared it's ugly head!

Estoy haciendo bien. Gracias por pedir.


I have stayed 20 minutes longer than I originally intended. But I keep hearing the game thread calling my name. It's kind of creepy. I wish it would stop.

 

[disneymama73]

You're all cracking me up.

 

[babynurse1]

Mine's going to read

"So what if my neck's spurting blood. I feel fine!" Must be a guy thing.

Just my professional opinion, but you usually want to have something like that looked at.

Any chance you're a Monty Python fan? "It's just a flesh wound!"

'tis but a scratch!

 

[GoofyDad869]

That should be at the Haunted Mansion. Beside the tombstone that has the eyes that peek out at you.

Raoul the cabana boy. It sounds like you've lived an interesting life, GoDaddy.

Actually, no, not really. Quite boring, really. I do like my life the way it is. I wish it could stay this way forever.

And as soon as I say something like that out loud, something major is going to happen.

Tell you how boring my life is. The highlight of my day so far... Last night was really windy and stormy. This morning there are lots of tree branches down, and work crews chopping stuff up. I left the house about 6:45 to drop the kids off at school and double-backed to home to check on KAMommy (she's sick today). The main road back to our house is the quintessential mountain road - narrow and winding. As I headed in to work from home, I had to wait a couple of times for tree crews to load up their branch choppings. Almost got into town (Maryville) and had to stop and wait for a deer (doe, a deer, a female deer) to cross the road. She was confused, and made more so by the honking and people waving her across - she stood there shell-shocked for about a minute. Then she bolted into the woods. The deer sighting is the highlight of my day (so far). The rest of the drive in to Knoxville was peaceful.

 

[GoofyDad869]

Any chance you're a Monty Python fan? "It's just a flesh wound!"

Yes. And I'm raising my son right. That's one of his favorite movies (he's 12).