One happyhaunt, Two happyhaunt, Red happyhaunt, Blue happyhaunt!(newer, pg 31.)

[mlill]

Welcome back, Mel! You have been missed!

-Michelle

 

[barndweller]

Lamp rubbing doesn't seem to be working. Oh, Mel, where art thou?


I need me some funny stuff. From Mel. Pretty, pretty, pahleeezzzz.

 

[Mr. Silly]

Oh.


K.


Back on this. Soon.

For larger values of soon...

It's gonna suck tho. TFI.

Doubtful.

Why am I blindly doing this?????

Because it's amusing?

Because I can't restrain myself.

Or that.

 

[flipflop]

Waiting since December for the next install. Says a lot about my priorities.

Luckily, not holding my breath.

 

[eek40]

Yes, my friend, I can honestly say that I am a TRUE fan of THE BAMA!

Cheers, Mel.

I was at the independence bowl in Dec, You all played a great game. We won, but by the hair of our teeth! I have to say it was a game to watch! We were WAYYYYY up....like 2 rows from the top, the fly by about shaved our heads! But it was awesome. We had some bama fans by us and they started to leave when we were ahead...we said dont go. You dont know our team, you could still win this by 30 to 11 points (or something like that, its been awhile and I have slept since then), they stayed and said, wow you werent kidding! We just laughed! Btw..I am talking about the Oklahoma State Cowboys
Aimee

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Ok... I've been sufficiently tardy. Here. Time to pick up this trippie. Again.

'Cause I'm committed. TFI.

I think I left off... years ago...with myself and Tommy in the parking lot of the Magic Kingdom.

Or did I?

No matter. Because that's where I'm pickin' this dog up. At. In the parking lot. Right NOW.

The red and blue happyhaunts are in the parking lot. The Magic Kingdom. Standing beside our Chrysler Pacifica. Pretending like it's really OURS. And celebrating the fact that it doesn't smell like poop. (NOZ) And, also, like our old dirty van.

And, actually, we've been standing here for a LONG TIME. Like about...errrr... four months. And we're really sunburnt. And our lips hurt real bad. And. I'm really skinny. I look alot like Nicole Richie. Except for the slutty part. (NOParisHilton).

Anywho...I had a bunch of carp to haul to the MK today. My DVC trip planner's backpack, a big bag of our Hallowe'en costumes, water, Tommy and a Partridge in a pear tree.

This time it was Shirley.

Usually we try to bring Danny. Along. He's more fun. But this time I think he was in rehab. And so it was Shirley. Which was, in fact, easier than hauling the two different Chris's. Along.

You DO realize... don't you? That there were TWO Chris Partridges?

B/c that's important.

Also... is anyone else out there struck by the similarities between Reuben Kincaid and Bosley from Charlie's Angels?

Where was I?

Oh... yes: I think that Susan Dey got pretty skinny there for awhile, too.

Alrighty.

COME BACK!!!! COME BACK!!!! Y'all.

Tommy decided, upon getting out of the car, that he didn't feel like walking. Maybe he was still a little tired from our very late arrival. Or else he was trying to make Me(l) crazy(ish). But... he asked me if I could carry him too. Along with everythang else.

No dice. Strepfiler.

But... I looked left. And right. To make DARN SURE that I wouldn't be overheard. Or caught on tape. Like Alec Baldwin. When giving a similar PEP TALK to my child. The funny thing is that it appears that Alec Baldwin has ALSO trained at West Point. Under the strict empathetic tough-love methods of The General.

Or has he?

No. He's just a complete donkey. But... hairier. And mean.

Anywho... I gave Tommy a pep talk not unlike hundreds of eerily similar EXACT pep talks I have received. Growing up. From My General.

You can insert the bracketed phrases. And see what I mean.

It went like this:

Me (or The General): "Tommy (Melancholy)! If you don't grow up (smarten up/pull it together) RIGHT NOW... I will leave you right here in the parking lot (toy dept. of Sears/ C.N.E./ the woods/the ice capades in Hamilton) where eventually buzzards will pick your sorry bones clean. (gypsies will take you/ bears will devour you) Now... I don't have time for this carp (rubbish). So git wit da programme (buck up!)! Or die tryin' (or die trying)!"

Tommy (or Babymel): " You're (giggle) kidding again, Mommy! (Fine. Leave Me(l). I think the gypsies are runnin' the circus anywho! Sir.)!"

What I'm tryin' to say here is this: The best man won. Out.

I carried Tommy to the tram. Along wit everything else.

But... to get even... I seated him on one of the outside seats. And encouraged him to wave his arms and legs outside the vehicle.

Plus... I yelled, "DRIVER ALL CLEAR!"... as he was climbing up.

Or did I?

Actually, he sat in the middle and while we waited for others to load up... we talked excitedly of our plans for the day. Tommy said he wanted to do Zipply Doo Da. First thing!

He said it about FOURTY TIMES.

While poking me in the thigh with his tiny cute sharp finger.

Then he asked me, "Mommy? Why are you and I at Disney this time?"

I answered, " Because I love you Bama."

He replied, " I may love you too!"

And so I sad, " In that case, my love: I may love you as well. Almost as much as I love Calvin and Beth."

Heh heh.

What I really said was this: "You keep using that word, Bama. I do not think it means what what you think it means."

By then we were at the Front Gates of the MK. And were going to head for the monorail.

Just as soon as I found out where I could get our Annual Pass vouchers validated.

I didn't know. Didn't a even a tiny clue.

I was clueless. Is what I'm tellin' y'all.

So... I accosted and asked seven people. If they could help me. It didn't matter who they were. I didn't care. I was desperate. And I asked whomever was closest. To me. I wasn't choosy. Or successful.

No one could. Or wanted to. Help me.

Apparently, I was hideous.

So I decided to do the obvious.

Finally.

I asked a CM.

For help.

I went up to the Ticket Wicket and found myself staring face to face with... Klaus Nomi.

Don't you just HATE when that happens?

I do.

Happens alot... to me... anyways.

He told Me(l) that I had to jump a ride on the monorail. Go to the Guest Services area by the train station. Exchange my vouchers there for annual passes. And, also, that DING DONG! The witch was dead.

Tommy and I headed for the monorail. And our (read: MY) huge emotional dilemna.

Should we head clockwise on the monorail? Into the MK. And risk the almost certain Castle Cry. Combined with a missing the family happyhaunt cry. Too.

Or should we try something new? Go directly counter-clockwise, bypassing the resort stops, to the MK. And hope to feel differently. Upon faced with the Castle.

Because I'm a crier. By nature. I decided the best plan was the new plan.

We decided to go counter-clockwise.

And Tommy just wanted the "Black Monorail". It's his present favourite one. But, I'm fully expecting that he'll get a bee in his bonnet and want the green or pink one next.

We loaded on. With a massive group of others.

Ick.

This new plan is crowded. Really crowded. And we had to stand to one side and hold on. Tightly(ish).

Tommy immediately started talking to a stranger. A lady sitting down beside us.

"Hi! My name is Tommy happyhaunt. You look like my Baba. She's really old too."

Yep.

He was charming the stretchband-waisted polyester slacks. Right off her.

Or was he?

(I really like the word: Slacks. Tho.)

I cut my eyes at him. And showed him... The Teeth. Also opened my eyes really wide. To get the message across.

Its my non-verbal method of communicating displeasure. Or, sometimes, shock.

TFI.

And THAT'S when it rang out. LOUD and PROUD!!!!

ROLL TIDE!!!!!

I didn't immediately react. I was frozen. Actually, I had temporarily spaced the fact that I was wearing my Alabama Crimson Tide shirt.

But... then it hit me. Someone was hailing Me(l).

I heard it again: ROLL TIDE!

And looked up across the monorail car. To see who was yellin' at me.

Then I saw them.

Three guys. They were smiling at me. MY ANGELS!!!! Charlie's Angels. Sorta. Or not. One of them was the yeller. The Roll Tider. He was heavyset, sweating a storm, with a goatee and some sort of unsightly heat rash on his face. But, all the same, he was pretty cute. And had on a pair of nice pants. Or slacks. Whichever you prefer. The other guy, beside him, was grinning like a fool. And had crazy curly blond hair, a great tan and sadly... was missing a tooth. Up front. The third guy was also blond. Really cute and baby-faced. But... he had his long hair stuck up in some goofy loopy ponytail. That he shouldn't had been out in public. Wearin'.

Still... I looked at my Alabama yellin' friends. Southerners. I supposed. And felt immediately connected.

I don't really know why?

But I did.

And I liked the three of them. Instantly.

Perhaps only for distracting me from a good/horrible Castle Cry.

But... I did.

And I yelled back, "ROLL TIDE, BAYBEES!!!!"!

Right at them.

And then, 'cause I was overly excited, added: " Go BAMA! Big elephant! Big elephant!!! Woof woof!!!!"

Which just startled and upset Tommy.

And confused everyone else.

Anywho... it was quite good. Pretty satisfying. A new experience.

My FIRST ROLL TIDE! On a monorail.

I felt not unlike Tom Cruise on the train. In Risky Bidness.

Or did I?

No. No.

I could never feel like Tom Cruise.

We're too different.

My genetic code reads: Human.

Anyway... we arrived at our MK stop. And bounded out of the monorail. With the rest of the vacationing rabble. Rousers.

Minus: ONE CASTLE CRY!!!!!

Thanks to my Charlie's Angels.

I waved goodbye at them. As they were heading down the ramp.

And thought hard about slapping the one with the goatee on the butt.

Or else kicking him hard in the knee.

But... I wisely chose not to.

Because I didn't want to get that close.

Sweaty Guy smelled a little ripe.




Cheers, Mel.




P.S. Sorry. I didn't get to Flowerschild yet. I had really meant to. But I ramble. On. Hang in tho. I'm committed.

 

[Shelby5514]

Welcome Back Melly!!!!

 

[skippyman111]

He was heavyset, sweating a storm, with a goatee and some sort of unsightly heat rash on his face. But, all the same, he was pretty cute. And had on a pair of nice pants. Or slacks. Whichever you prefer.

Here in the Lone Star state (which is the only state that has a real football team - HOOK 'EM HORNS!!!!), we me(n) call slacks the dressy pants, pants are like dockers and jeans are, well, jeans. Just a TFI.




GO MAVS!!!!
GO STARS!!!!
GO COWBOWS!!!
GO RANGERS - oh wait, the Rangers suck.. Nevermind!

 

[lexmelinda]

Brilliant funny as always. Glad you're back.

Subscribing.

Again.

 

[HaleyB]

Ok... I've been sufficiently tardy. Here. Time to pick up this trippie. Again.

'Cause I'm committed. TFI.

That explains a lot.

And, actually, we've been standing here for a LONG TIME. Like about...errrr... four months. And we're really sunburnt. And our lips hurt real bad. And. I'm really skinny. I look alot like Nicole Richie. Except for the slutty part. (NOParisHilton).

Maybe Kip will bring you a chapstick.

Then he asked me, "Mommy? Why are you and I at Disney this time?"

I answered, " Because I love you Bama."

He replied, " I may love you too!"

And so I sad, " In that case, my love: I may love you as well. Almost as much as I love Calvin and Beth."

Heh heh.

What I really said was this: "You keep using that word, Bama. I do not think it means what what you think it means."

Inconceivable.

"Hi! My name is Tommy happyhaunt. You look like my Baba. She's really old too."

Yep.

He was charming the stretchband-waisted polyester slacks. Right off her.

Or was he?

(I really like the word: Slacks. Tho.)

And THAT'S when it rang out. LOUD and PROUD!!!!

ROLL TIDE!!!!!

I didn't immediately react. I was frozen. Actually, I had temporarily spaced the fact that I was wearing my Alabama Crimson Tide shirt.

But... then it hit me. Someone was hailing Me(l).

I heard it again: ROLL TIDE!

And looked up across the monorail car. To see who was yellin' at me.

Then I saw them.

Three guys. They were smiling at me. MY ANGELS!!!! Charlie's Angels. Sorta. Or not. One of them was the yeller. The Roll Tider. He was heavyset, sweating a storm, with a goatee and some sort of unsightly heat rash on his face. But, all the same, he was pretty cute. And had on a pair of nice pants. Or slacks. Whichever you prefer. The other guy, beside him, was grinning like a fool. And had crazy curly blond hair, a great tan and sadly... was missing a tooth. Up front. The third guy was also blond. Really cute and baby-faced. But... he had his long hair stuck up in some goofy loopy ponytail. That he shouldn't had been out in public. Wearin'.

Mel I don't think Zzub is going to be pleased you shared such a detailed description of him here. You never know what kind of freaks might be reading.

P.S. Sorry. I didn't get to Flowerschild yet. I had really meant to. But I ramble. On. Hang in tho. I'm committed.

You already sad that, but I am glad someone is looking out for your mental health.

 

[nicolemarie]

Imagine my disappointment when all I read about is some stinkin' rednecks rollin' tide.

Three guys. They were smiling at me. MY ANGELS!!!! Charlie's Angels. Sorta. Or not. One of them was the yeller. The Roll Tider. He was heavyset, sweating a storm, with a goatee and some sort of unsightly heat rash on his face. But, all the same, he was pretty cute. And had on a pair of nice pants. Or slacks. Whichever you prefer. The other guy, beside him, was grinning like a fool. And had crazy curly blond hair, a great tan and sadly... was missing a tooth. Up front. The third guy was also blond. Really cute and baby-faced. But... he had his long hair stuck up in some goofy loopy ponytail. That he shouldn't had been out in public. Wearin'.

I can't believe you didn't take a picture of these idiots!! Although I'm not sure I need one. I can picture them PERFECTLY in my mind. I wonder why the Roll Tider didn't shave off the facial hair if it was hot outside?

The other guy sounded like a looker until you told me about the tooth. I love me some crazy, curly blond hair. Bless him, though. Doesn't matter how good-lookin' you are if you're missing a tooth.

The last guy sounds like my kind. I like the baby-faced look. Especially as I move closer to the BIG 4-0. And I have no problem with loopy ponytails. I'll bet this guy was the coolest of the three.

No wonder they hollered out at you, Mel! The musta felt a connection to you, too. With the Roll Tide shirt on, they assumed you were one of them.

I could never feel like Tom Cruise.

We're too different.

My genetic code reads: Human.

This is why you are one of the best writers on the boards. That's hilarious.

His code reads: FREAK


Mel, this was one of your best installments yet. You're still bringin' the funny, even if it isn't very often.

Don't keep us hangin' so long next time, will ya? Cause we all love the Melly.

NM

 

[celerystalker]

I have to agree with NicoleMarie - we get pictures of the Beverly lovin' zzub, we get pictures of the german food lovin' zzub, but we DON'T get pictures of the triplet zzubs?
You should have at least made some up.
I have to go google the Alec Baldwin thing. I haven't heard about it yet.
Hurry up and get to FlowersChild! You know I'm jealous that you met a Dis "celebrity!"

 

[LaLa]

And. I'm really skinny. I look alot like Nicole Richie. Except for the slutty part. (NOParisHilton).

DED. It's the joke that never gets old.

Also... is anyone else out there struck by the similarities between Reuben Kincaid and Bosley from Charlie's Angels?

No.

Me (or The General): "Tommy (Melancholy)! If you don't grow up (smarten up/pull it together) RIGHT NOW... I will leave you right here in the parking lot (toy dept. of Sears/ C.N.E./ the woods/the ice capades in Hamilton) where eventually buzzards will pick your sorry bones clean. (gypsies will take you/ bears will devour you) Now... I don't have time for this carp (rubbish). So git wit da programme (buck up!)! Or die tryin' (or die trying)!"

Tommy (or Babymel): " You're (giggle) kidding again, Mommy! (Fine. Leave Me(l). I think the gypsies are runnin' the circus anywho! Sir.)!"

Mel, this has got to be one of the funniest things you've ever written. And that's saying alot. I was completely ded and laughed for ten minutes straight. You ain't right. Funny as all get out. But definitely not right.

I'm committed. TFI.

That would explain it. Hi Haley!

Three guys. They were smiling at me. MY ANGELS!!!! Charlie's Angels. Sorta. Or not. One of them was the yeller. The Roll Tider. He was heavyset, sweating a storm, with a goatee and some sort of unsightly heat rash on his face. But, all the same, he was pretty cute. And had on a pair of nice pants. Or slacks. Whichever you prefer. The other guy, beside him, was grinning like a fool. And had crazy curly blond hair, a great tan and sadly... was missing a tooth. Up front. The third guy was also blond. Really cute and baby-faced. But... he had his long hair stuck up in some goofy loopy ponytail. That he shouldn't had been out in public. Wearin'.

Apparently they'll let anybody in Disneyworld these days. But I'm ded at this description. Those poor guys. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into by communicating with MelHappyHaunt on a Disney bus.

Glad you're back, Melly. Keep rockin' it, chick.



Dancing Banana. It's the new moped.

 

[HPGIRL]

I love lovelovehappyhaunt reports!

 

[Disfan3]

MEL!!


Don't stop believin'

 

[ZZUB]

I was clueless.

This much is certain.

So Mel got welcomed to the family on the Monorail? Good for you. That's just proof that Bama fans are good people. We'll welcome any hapless soul into the flock as long as they're willing to Roll Tide with us.

You won't get such courtesies from an Auburn fan.

Primarily b/c Auburn fans can't afford to go to Disney World.

Because that's where I'm pickin' this dog up. At. In the parking lot.

Why was your dog in the parking lot? I didn't realize you brought your dog to Disney World. How did he like the kennel?

And, also, that DING DONG! The witch was dead.

Not true! She's running for president.

Its my non-verbal method of communicating displeasure.

Evidently your verbal method is to drag out a trip report for several months. Years.

 

[jamal]

Melly, I am beyond DED. Send o2 stat.

I went up to the Ticket Wicket and found myself staring face to face with... Klaus Nomi

I thought I was the only one who, after interaction with a CM, turned to the crowd and named them.

I was hoping that Roll Tide shirt would get you some action and I'm glad to see it's earned its keep.

Agreed: one of your top ten. We just had to wait too long for it.

Quote:
And, also, that DING DONG! The witch was dead.

Not true! She's running for president.

Oh, thank you, ZZUB. I couldn't have said it better myself.

 

[Mr. Silly]

Ok... I've been sufficiently tardy. Here. Time to pick up this trippie. Again.

I like to think that some trip reporters proceed at a leisurely pace so that the trip description can be properly savored. Or perhaps they like to take the time to reflect on their trips to ensure proper quality. Or they just take their time because they are busy. Or they're not really busy, so much as doing other carp. Or something. Anyway since I think I am on day three of a trip that started in Oct. I salute you.

I was curious how many days ago my trip was, and counting that many days on a calendar was right out so I, um, wrote a program to calculate the number of days since our trip (I had a nice date calc library) : It's output was "197 days ago." Divided by the three days I have covered and that is ratio of 65.6666... days per day of trip report coverage.

I wondered about your post ratio was like. From the first day of your post you've got "193 days ago". I leave it as an exercise to the reader to determine the number of days covered so far and the ratio.

'Cause I'm committed. TFI.

So did they just let you out to go to WDW?

Tommy decided, upon getting out of the car, that he didn't feel like walking....

Anywho... I gave Tommy a pep talk not unlike hundreds of eerily similar EXACT pep talks I have received. Growing up. From My General....

It went like this:

Me (or The General): "Tommy (Melancholy)! If you don't grow up (smarten up/pull it together) RIGHT NOW... I will leave you right here in the parking lot (toy dept. of Sears/ C.N.E./ the woods/the ice capades in Hamilton) where eventually buzzards will pick your sorry bones clean. (gypsies will take you/ bears will devour you) Now... I don't have time for this carp (rubbish). So git wit da programme (buck up!)! Or die tryin' (or die trying)!"

Tommy (or Babymel): " You're (giggle) kidding again, Mommy! (Fine. Leave Me(l). I think the gypsies are runnin' the circus anywho! Sir.)!"

What I'm tryin' to say here is this: The best man won. Out.

When I was a wee one we were leaving the mall, and for whatever reason I was no longer inclined to walking, and insisted on being carried back to the car. My mother gave a pep talk surprisingly similar to that. I insisted on not walking. My mother said that they were going to go to the car and leave if I did not walk. I sat down on the pavement. My mother proceeded to start walking away. My sister started screaming "no, no, you can't leave him!!!" and began to cry. I sat and looked around. Eventually I was carried to the car.

"Hi! My name is Tommy happyhaunt. You look like my Baba. She's really old too."

My mother for some reason though that she really should have the manners of the Victorian era, and insisted on training me to be a massively repressed and detached person. So I am a restrained person. And I typically have somber and serious mannerisms. I always wanted to work in Disneyland in the Haunted Mansion since the cast members are always so wonderfully somber. So anyway I rarely actually audibly laugh out loud. But I did that time. It wasn't a really loud laugh, and I stopped myself right away. But you are very funny. I pointed this bit out to H. and she said that it was like something Sophie would say. I pointed out that Sophie has never talked to a stranger at any point other than talking trash cans. She said Sophie would tell us later. Sophie does talk to people she knows though. She recently mentioned to my mother in law that she "looked ugly in a bathing suit." Which also made me audibly laugh.

But... he had his long hair stuck up in some goofy loopy ponytail. That he shouldn't had been out in public. Wearin'.

You'll be happy to know that I cut off my pony tail and now look like a typical business drone. Except for the aloha shirts and maybe a few other things...

Hang in tho. I'm committed.

As you should be.

 

[DJR]

'Cause I'm committed. TFI.

Glad to hear the Canadian Mental Health Professionals are on the ball.

This time it was Shirley.
Usually we try to bring Danny. Along. He's more fun. But this time I think he was in rehab. And so it was Shirley. Which was, in fact, easier than hauling the two different Chris's. Along.

You DO realize... don't you? That there were TWO Chris Partridges?

B/c that's important.

Also... is anyone else out there struck by the similarities between Reuben Kincaid and Bosley from Charlie's Angels?

Where was I?

Oh... yes: I think that Susan Dey got pretty skinny there for awhile, too.

Alrighty.

COME BACK!!!! COME BACK!!!! Y'all.

Interesting that you have adopted the stream of conciousness style of trip reporting. I myself have vague memories of that from the 70s.

I was clueless. Is what I'm tellin' y'all.

And the truth shall set you free.

Apparently, I was hideous.

That one's way to easy, so I'll restrain myself.

My genetic code reads: Human.

Well I'm glad that's settled.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Hey all.

Just a few quickies:

barndweller, Brigadier Silli, mlill, flipflop, eek40 ~ You have all shamed Me(l) into... returning to work on this tripe. Thanks!

Shell bee ~ Hi Shell bee! I miss'd you. Did you realize that Mellyman and your Shell-beau have the exact SAME t-shirt? With Mickey on it? Quite frankly... it looks A LOT like Mellyman in your sigie pic. With YOU. Did you do another Mel happyhaunt/ Gary Sinise photo trick? Shelb?! Oh. Plus: Stephen Taylor is MY guilty pleasure! TFI.

Skippyman ~ Thanks for the TFI on the pants versus slacks versus jeans dilemna DUDE! Now... can you help Me(l) some more?! I need to figure out the differences between: briefs, boxers, knickers, BVD's and skivvies!

lexmelinda ~ Hi, baybee! Thanks! And, you know what? I used to have some rad flickering candelabra thingie(s), too. In my sigie. Just like your cool avatar does. But, sadly, they exceeded 50K total bytes. Which BIT. TFI.

Haley ~ Hi Haley! I'm not "committed". Silli Girl.
But... GOOD ONE(ISH)!!!!
And... probably you meant no harm.
But... you're really short on charm.
And... I don't really mean it.
Plus... Anyone want a peanut?
I have a great gift for rhyme.
Yes, yes. Most of the time.

It's also inconceivable... that I really wrote that.

Or... perhaps I was dreamin' when I wrote that?!

NM ~ I promise to get to my rockin' Dismeet with Flowerschild next. Soon. Perhaps tomorrow. Even.

Just for YOU.

Because of this: We're borg. On the wonderin' why the hot dude on the monorail didn't shave off his goatee. When it got hot outside?!

Roll some tide, N!

Celery ~ My CELERY!!!! I'm sorry Celery. What can I say?! I forgot to post the pic of the triplet ZZUBs. Just plain spaced it. But... I SHOULD have. I wasn't thinkin' right. However... I will PM you all my pics of ZZUB. ASAP. K?

Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa La ~ DED. Too. From your response post. As usual.
But... and this is gonna be a problem for us: I HATE the bananaman. And you KNOW that. Plus... you forgot to edit. Not even a lame one. Like ZZUB's. Was. And so... to get even... I didn't edit EITHER. Yesterday. On my own response post. To my OWN trippie. And it just felt plain WRONG.

So... now I'm mad to you.

HPGirl ~ I loveloveLOVE nice comments. Like yours. Thanx!

Disfan3 ~ Right back at YA, girlfriend!

Jami ~ Whammi Bami. I called 411 for your current state of DED.

They are sending...errr... a PIZ(ZA). STAT!

Sorry.

Commadore Silli ~ I laughed QUITE audibly. At your whole entire post. IN FACT... I scared my poor little kittyboycat who was sound asleep on my lap at the computer. I scared him half to death. He jumped up in the air and clawed my chest. Anywho... I laughed OUT LOAD! But then again, I'm not a massively repressed, restrained or detached. Person. Or, apparently, particularily kind to animals.

DJR ~ Your WHOLE ENTIRE RESPONSE made me giggle like a little schoolgirl. NOZ.

Because of this: You're FLIRTING with Me(l)?!!!! Aren't YOU?????!!!

ZZUB ~ You KNOW I don't have a stupid mangy mutt. Like YOURS! I have a sweet baby black kitten. His name is Poodles. Currently. But... we happyhaunts have taken to calling him Schpuss or Schpoodle... lately. And he doesn't have any sort of speech impediment. Not exactly. But... sorta. He has a very strong Austrian accent. And speaks, all day long, to me just like Arnold Sch...warzenegger: "You're a funny lady, Mama-mel, I like you. That's why I'm going to kill you last!" . See. It all makes perfect sense! Don't you think? But... more on my cat next chapter.

Oh.

You're right about Hillary. And that was pretty durn funny, too. But... I surely hope that YOU, ZZUB, do not have any political aspirations. Of your own. Like my Schpuss does. (More on that later, too!) Because, my friend(ish), after Chapter 21 of your tripe: You're SOL (so outta luck)! FBI.

Now then, ZZUB:

You were headed to church.

I was off to drink you away.



AGAIN.


Cheers, all!

Melly.


Bigwish. It's the NEW dancing banana. Or missing tooth.