LaLa
Hangs with the Mensas
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1000thhappyhaunt said:Melons!!!! You're famous... with your girls and all. And the melon thing isn't small either! Heh, heh.
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LA ~ Hi La La! Let's take turns grossing out ZZUBie. Your turn now... then I'll hit him with my next puke story. You can start with the Meat Dept. at Walmart one. That sounded promising to me.
But... I ALSO have a new game for us. Friday and all that. So... everyone get a drink and we'll play:
Tell Us Your Hidden Talent
I'll go first... because Lil' Grumpy made me think of it. Along with sushi.
Mel happyhaunt's Hidden Talent IS...
Of the Circus/Freakshow Variety.
Hummmmm....???????
Try to guess. I have to go make myself a drink.
Okay, give us another clue. That Circus/Freakshow Variety thing is waaaaay too broad. You could either be the only living breathing boywolf or you could be able to jump through rings of fire while someone snaps a whip at your egg bouncin' tail.
Oh, and the meat department thing. Well, suffice it to say that DD was sick that day and we just so happened to be in the meat department with the rest of the Friday crowd. We had made it to the pork section and all of a sudden...Somebody get me a FANNY PACK! Wait, two. I need two of 'em!
No, better make it three.
She went home in a brand new pair of pajamas that day. Yeah, it was the first thing I could grab off the rack in a 4T as the puke train passed the kiddies department. I was pushin' and she was pukin'. We left a trail. After we left, Wal Mart had a slip and slide runnin' straight from the meat department all the way to the bathroom. They currently have our Polaroid up behind customer service. I think that means we're banned.
Question: Why do we moms think we can catch it if we cup our hand up to their mouths?
I'll leave yall to ponder that burning question.
And your welcome, ZZUB. That oughta work a couple off.
Tag, Mel. You're it.
Farting head on a moped. Still feels right to me.

