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Post by Phalon on Jul 1, 2016 23:03:31 GMT -6
You know who you are, and what you did!!!
Balloons, a shower of confetti, a bottle of Jack and liter of Pepsi!
Psst...pour me a Jack, no Pepsi, Coke.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 2, 2016 7:21:37 GMT -6
Thanks! It took a few tries but I got it. Apparently my presentation was spot on.
Um.......Jack has a new honey flavor and a fire flavor. I'm guessing fire for you?
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Post by Phalon on Jul 2, 2016 21:12:33 GMT -6
I think I had it once. Cinnamony, yes? Only if we're doing shots.
Goldfish or Cheez-it chasers?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 5, 2016 22:48:55 GMT -6
MM.....Honey and goldfish for me. I think I've gone off cheeze its.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 6, 2016 21:08:36 GMT -6
Goldfish then. A couple of drinks, some snack chasers - take care of.
Dinner? (This is a big deal, you know - we've got to celebrate big.)
Mexican, Italian, Chinese? Steaks?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 16, 2016 7:41:55 GMT -6
Oh man......generally I could eat Mexican or Chinese pretty much everyday. But far be it from me to turn down a good steak.
Yes I think steaks for celebration.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 19, 2016 4:30:46 GMT -6
Steaks it is. I could go for Mexican, or Chinese any day too - and also Italian, though I momentarily forgot you don't like Italian. But oooow, steak - nice choice.
There's a very good steakhouse here just on the outskirts of town...a very pretty setting in the woods. We can eat out on the deck, watch the fireflies, and discuss life.
Meet me there when the Crow sings backwards, and the wild turkeys join in the chorus.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 20, 2016 9:19:48 GMT -6
I love Italian! Just not in a restaurant. I make better Italian than I can throw my money away on.
mmmmm......pretty trees good steak great friend! What could be better! I will send the opossum to tell the turkeys when to sing.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 22, 2016 6:56:17 GMT -6
Restaurant or at home - I love Italian either way. BP is working at one of the Italian restaurants here in town this summer, and brought home their basic chicken marinade recipe because I have to use it...and I have to admit, it's really good.
I'm not sure about the possum; I understand its moonlighting as a night security guard at Walmart. I wouldn't take my word for it though - I heard it from the brook, and you know how they babble. Maybe use the screech owl as a back-up; I hear he's available since he lost his gig as a back-up singer for that screamo death metal band, The Screaming Ornithophobics.
Family's in town for the weekend - my brother, his ex-wife, kids, and LX came down too. County fair today. Should be fun hanging out with livestock in 90 degree heat with 96% humidity. (eye-roll.) Tell that opossum (or the alternative screech owl) to get those turkeys singing soon!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 22, 2016 9:24:50 GMT -6
I will get right on that.
By the way...what happened to you sending the roadrunner to notify the big horned sheep about the possible road trip?
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Post by Phalon on Jul 24, 2016 6:48:02 GMT -6
D@mn-@ss roadrunner. He ran off down Route 666 with the big horned sheep's ewe. The big horned sheep got p!ssed and took out his anger on the upstairs of my house, ramming it until it was completely demolished. The bats in the belfry made off with the toys in the attic. The contractors made off with my sanity, and are holding it, along with my walls and ceilings ransom. They are demanding $25,000 in unmarked acorns by the time the flying aardvark reaches the hollow willow tree in the forest of dancing toadstools. It is only then will the fern fronds reveal the roadtrip plans.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 24, 2016 8:50:45 GMT -6
Holy cow.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 24, 2016 19:00:40 GMT -6
Wow. That looks more like a major remodel.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 25, 2016 6:04:28 GMT -6
Yes. It's hard to see from the picture because it's so small, but I am standing in the middle of what used to be our bedroom, looking through what used to be my closet, through what used to be the hallway, into what used to be the bathroom; the second photo is of what used to be the attic.
Satanic Squirrel.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 25, 2016 10:19:15 GMT -6
Methodist Lizard.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 26, 2016 6:27:05 GMT -6
Pantheistic Tiger.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 26, 2016 20:53:50 GMT -6
Buddhist Hippo
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Post by Phalon on Jul 27, 2016 4:14:26 GMT -6
Evangelistic Macaw.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 27, 2016 10:53:22 GMT -6
Mormon Shark
Do you suppose the sacred underwear slows them down?
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Post by Phalon on Jul 27, 2016 22:46:18 GMT -6
Only if they get caught in the ripTide; sacred underwear should only be laundered in Cheer.
Catholic Hen.
Bad habits? Nun to speak of.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 28, 2016 10:12:43 GMT -6
Hindi Polar Bear
Must get cold in those robes. The things we do for faith.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 28, 2016 22:36:11 GMT -6
Why do Hindi polar bears launder their robs in Tide?
Because it's too cold outtide.
Jewish Elephants.
How long do you think it would take an elephant to grow his payots long enough to tuck behind his elephant ears?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 30, 2016 8:41:00 GMT -6
Quite some time. They could get extensions.
Siek Javelina
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Post by Phalon on Jul 30, 2016 20:37:18 GMT -6
I knew a Siek Javelina once. Tusk, tusk. He could, at times, be somewhat boarish.
Santerian Steelhead.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 7, 2016 7:19:44 GMT -6
So tomorrow is the day. Good luck, Scrappletta! Put your best foot forward...and wear your biker boots while doing so, cuz I know you're going to do a kick-@ss job!
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