This has been swiped from Marti. The nuns are all seated on bar stools with fake gams. They may make a habit of visiting this joint, until the monsignor finds out.
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Like me, some of you have been following the life and times of a brilliant writer, Follow That Star. He's the hairstylist seeking to move from the Texas heat to the Colorado cool. I don't inow why he is such a fine writer. As Rumsfeld says, there are known unknowns, and unknowns that we don't know we don't know. Anyway, here's a meme he invites us to tag ourselves with (proving that ending a sentence with a preposition makes perfect sense. To me.)
Fill in the blank:
Feeling ________ (no oats).
Listening to ________ (Grand Ol' Hee Haw).
Spent last night ________ (hitting all the lottery numbers).
Missing ________ (my lottery ticket).
Had breakfast of ________ (crow).
Thinking of ________ (improving my diet).
Would love to ________ (talk to you in person). (Awwwww...)
Planning to ________ (Make My Pile).
Working to ________ (Make My Pile without working).
Favorite time of day is ________ (Happy Hour).
Always wanted to play ________ (5-string banjo, with Raquel Welch on drums).
Dreaming of ________ (regular stools).
A dream comes true when ________ (after much exertion, the brown log drops).
Would like to French kiss ________ (Martha Stewart; hoo boy! "So," I would say, "how was that on a scale of one to ten, not counting that my tongue needs to be slightly more frilly?" And she would say, "They do much better in the women's prison.")
Really hate ________ (those little balls of chocolate wrapped so tightly in foil that by the time you get them open all you have left is chocolate under your fingernails).
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My favorite word today is extinct. N., the dog did it. Def.: What you make happen by cleaning up the dog poop from the carpet.
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