Would that be a regular spoon, or a spork?![]()
Ok, this is only going to be funny to me and Jordan because in the 1996 "I'll never travel with her again" year, Jordan's friend and I had a whole discussion about the qualities of various types of plastic spoons from around the World. There IS a difference between "picnic-ware" and "heavy duty plastic ware". Don't get me started. Hee hee hee.

Of course, when her daughter came back home, poor thing didn't understand why she wasn't a celeb anymore. Now I make a point to ask her for her autograph and a picture just to make her day.![]()
So funny! I can just see her..."Mother, where are my "people"?"




You are probably right. I will really be smiling next year at Christmas when it is hanging on the wall of her "non-Disney" house and I point it out to her.![]()
That's the best! It's your secret victory...



I think Jordan would still have a chance for the Presidency as long as he sticks with the story that he did NOT inhale between the car and the clean up.(Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Classic! So awful, it's great!
i do have to share this one. ray has several dookie stories but he'd kill me if i shared any of the others. one time my mom and grandparents were visiting us. my grandparents always stay in a nearby hotel and my mom usually stays at our house. well, we had all gone out to eat at some crappy buffet that my grandparents wanted to go to. of course with a lot of those types of buffets they have all the preservatives in the food that make your stomach go nuts. well, ray left to go home in our car and i stayed at the hotel with my mom and grandparents a little while longer. then as me and my mom were getting in her car to drive back to our house, my phone rings. it's ray. he says, "where are you?" i said, "we are leaving. we'll be there in a few." he goes, "um....can you stall? she can't come in our house yet." i was like, "why?????" he goes, "because i thought i could make it to the bathroom but i couldn't and there's a mess all in our laundry room floor. i have the dogs locked up in the other bathroom so they wouldn't get near it and they are barking like crazy and i have to get this cleaned up."i was like, "um....sure." so i took my mom to show her the new high school football field and said i needed to stop by kroger to get some milk or something. then we headed home. as we walked in i almost fainted from the smell of lysol. he pulled me into the bedroom and said, "does it smell bad in there?" i was like, "no...just like poop covered with tons of lysol."
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I was around 7 and had been shopping with my grandma. I love her dearly, but that woman had gass more than any one I've ever met. I mean, it was bad, her steps were usualy punctuated with a toot. seriously. that. bad. all the cousins used to have fun imitating her distinct sound...you won if you get make everyone else laugh.
It's still a joke in our family.
So, this one day on our way back from town, Grandma was making a few more noises than usual...they sounded pretty juicy.
As soon as we pulled into the drive way, she hopped out of the car and started running to the house as she called directions over her shoulder for my sister and I to bring the groceries in.
Her running was funny enough, because as she put it she was the original "weeble". She also never wore underwear and wore polyester pant suit things she made for herself that had very wide legs.
I remember looking at my sister wondering what bee had got in Grandma's bonnet.
As we started to walk up the sidewalk we noticed little brown "plops" about every foot. It looked like she had a hershey kiss maker in her pants that went haywire.
we followed the hershey kiss trail into the house, down the hall, into the bedroom and to the bathroom door. I do believe that was the first time I ever laughed so hard I cried.
Now this has got to be one of the grossest (albeit FUNNIEST





