Chuck wrote:
postpaleo wrote:
...I held myself back hard, chewed my fingers off, ate half of a Twinkie(TM) {not to be confused with a binkie, which I don't think is trade marked} and Duck Tape (TM) over my eyes so I didn't butt in and say..."My, what big teeth you have, Grandma."
I swear I am not Puxatawney Phil. My big teeth are the fault of my Bucky Beaver OverlaysTM, which I had a dentist apply in case I lost my fingers and still needed to type. They haven't been nearly as cool as I thought they would be, and blowing bubbles with bubble gum is nigh impossible now. But they come in handy when I need a pencil sharpener.
And who you callin'
Grandma, Sonny?! Just because I'm getting older and you can no longer discern which sex I am doesn't mean you shouldn't peek first before guessing. At my clothes. To see if I'm wearing pink or blue. Ok, so I happen to be wearing pink.
Still, that's no excuse. Whippersnapper.
Don't you threaten me there, sunny boy. I'll sic the Marines on ya. I got connections ya know. They know things like splosions and stuff. And I hear tell of Jacqueline Russel and she has a heavy duty ping pong ball blaster, probably turn a paddle into instant cosmic dust. Bet I could hire her, bet she would even do it for free, just to see your cosmic dust. Please feel free to consider yourself threatened and liberated. What ever floats your boat or sinks it.
Peek? Hell I'm a voyeur.
Excuse? I don't need no stinkin' excuses. I excused myself from the table once, but I got over it.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCdWfVhlYIM[/youtube]
Ahh but one of my favorites, Marky Maypo
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Ummm you seem to be at 2001. You're space oddity alright.
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