My comment on the opening ceremonies in London:
"Despite the lack of indigent Indian children, zombies, or heroin addicts, I found Danny Boyle's Olympic opening ceremonies to be a rousing success."
**And there is silence**
Look up Danny Boyle on imdb, people. See his filmography? Get it? No? Well, that would explain why I sometimes feel like Bill Murray (that's feel "like", not "up"; that would be my sister).
I amuse myself endlessly; case in point: this is my favorite board on Pinterest.
One of these days, I will find my soulmate who gets me completely, and shares my impeccable sense of humor.
In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to settle for the Rottenator and my sister, who at least appreciate some of, and accept most of my hilariousness.
Beginning day 3 with no cigarettes, and still down 7 pounds; might even try my hand at swimming today while doing chores.
And the Nooge has gotten into the habit of waking me at 5am every morning by milking me, or making biscuits as we in the South sometimes refer to it.
The video above accurately portrays our morning routine, except for the fact that there are no boobs and less facial hair and more sunlight because it is not 5 fucking AM.
I'm also calling around to vets today; next week it shall be snip snip time for theRottenator Nooge.
My Mood Ring(tone) of the day (in honor of the Olympics; this song always does send shivers down my spine in a good way)...
"Despite the lack of indigent Indian children, zombies, or heroin addicts, I found Danny Boyle's Olympic opening ceremonies to be a rousing success."
**And there is silence**
Look up Danny Boyle on imdb, people. See his filmography? Get it? No? Well, that would explain why I sometimes feel like Bill Murray (that's feel "like", not "up"; that would be my sister).
I amuse myself endlessly; case in point: this is my favorite board on Pinterest.
One of these days, I will find my soulmate who gets me completely, and shares my impeccable sense of humor.
In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to settle for the Rottenator and my sister, who at least appreciate some of, and accept most of my hilariousness.
Beginning day 3 with no cigarettes, and still down 7 pounds; might even try my hand at swimming today while doing chores.
And the Nooge has gotten into the habit of waking me at 5am every morning by milking me, or making biscuits as we in the South sometimes refer to it.
I'm also calling around to vets today; next week it shall be snip snip time for the
My Mood Ring(tone) of the day (in honor of the Olympics; this song always does send shivers down my spine in a good way)...
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