When I signed up as a paying subscriber to Wonkette I asked Our Editrix that if I answered three questions correctly could I get your voice on my answering machine. She declined, on the grounds that she'd have to come up with three questions. Ah well... Let thy Grammy-worthy voice ring out in the welkin (or something like that) wherever music may be.
Happy Birthday, Robyn! I would have baked a cake if I had known. “Communication” says my wife, who right now has me in lockdown because of my lack of. I know what I did. I forgot our anniversary.
We took 5 foster kittens who weigh over one pound and are flea free to ADL on Thursday for their next big adventure, and word is that Honey and Toffee are already rehomed. (My wife has gotten really, really, really good at raising cats that are irresistable to 8 year old girls, which we all know are the true rulers in the household.)
One 16 year old cat with FIV crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Friday, and I got in trouble for talking about how we euthanized cats in the country, with a sack and a shotgun and a shovel at dusk, which is another reason my wife is really, really mad at me. So now my stepson is grieving, although he already has a replacement therapy cat ready to go (we have lots of fosters who became therapy cats, and two therapy collies. My wife is really, really, really good at this.)
We grow weary of The Daily GOP Outrage. We couldn’t cope without Rebecca, Robyn, Gary, Doc, and Hooper (we may be sober alcoholics, but nobody appreciates mixicology like sober alcoholics. one day, he is going to do Black Russians, White Russians, Blue Motorcycles, Long Island Ice Tea (ugh), and Grasshoppers. Who says Grasshoppers are a chick drink?)
A former very good friend who's also a poet wrote a sestina about Buffy that was published in McSweeney's eons ago, and my father's nickname for me when I was very young was Yo-Yo. Thank you, Wonkette, for reminding me of good memories with this article.
A former very good friend who's also a poet wrote a sestina about Buffy that was published in McSweeney's eons ago, and my father's nickname for me when I was very young was Yo-Yo. Thank you, Wonkette, for reminding me of good memories with this article.
A Duncan Yo Yo man came to our school once. At least he said he was a Duncan Yo Yo man. Regardless, No Yomega Yo Yo man bothered to visit my school. That's why I Ride or Die with Duncan Yo Yos.
This was prior to him adopting me. He was probably around 6 or 8 months old at the time. The grape arbor is above my head. I'm 6'3". He makes the leap from the ground. Makes it look easy.
We need a national Hands Off The Stature of Liberty Day, because the sham lawyers at the Justice Department thinks the President can just bulldoze it any ol' time.
I read about that and thought "who the fuck thinks that way?" If he can destroy it before anyone tries to stop him than it is totally legal?!? Stinky has some amazingly stupid and scary people working for him.
my mom was a bit of a YoYo expert in her day. The last time I saw her show off her admittedly-out-of-practice skills was about 10 or 15 years ago. She's 90 now, not sure she'd be able to do quite as well now. But I should dig up an old fifties-era video from youtube and send it to her today.
My mother's brother (only uncle on the maternal side) was an expert at yo-yo; according to her he could spin a yo-yo in and out of his pocket. I never saw him do that.
Happy Unbirthday, Ms. Pennacchia.
When I signed up as a paying subscriber to Wonkette I asked Our Editrix that if I answered three questions correctly could I get your voice on my answering machine. She declined, on the grounds that she'd have to come up with three questions. Ah well... Let thy Grammy-worthy voice ring out in the welkin (or something like that) wherever music may be.
I was in a toy store recently. They had some pretty fancy yoyos. They kept them locked in a case.
Well. I just watched that awful movie. I hope you're happy.
Happy Birthday, Robyn! I would have baked a cake if I had known. “Communication” says my wife, who right now has me in lockdown because of my lack of. I know what I did. I forgot our anniversary.
We took 5 foster kittens who weigh over one pound and are flea free to ADL on Thursday for their next big adventure, and word is that Honey and Toffee are already rehomed. (My wife has gotten really, really, really good at raising cats that are irresistable to 8 year old girls, which we all know are the true rulers in the household.)
One 16 year old cat with FIV crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Friday, and I got in trouble for talking about how we euthanized cats in the country, with a sack and a shotgun and a shovel at dusk, which is another reason my wife is really, really mad at me. So now my stepson is grieving, although he already has a replacement therapy cat ready to go (we have lots of fosters who became therapy cats, and two therapy collies. My wife is really, really, really good at this.)
We grow weary of The Daily GOP Outrage. We couldn’t cope without Rebecca, Robyn, Gary, Doc, and Hooper (we may be sober alcoholics, but nobody appreciates mixicology like sober alcoholics. one day, he is going to do Black Russians, White Russians, Blue Motorcycles, Long Island Ice Tea (ugh), and Grasshoppers. Who says Grasshoppers are a chick drink?)
A former very good friend who's also a poet wrote a sestina about Buffy that was published in McSweeney's eons ago, and my father's nickname for me when I was very young was Yo-Yo. Thank you, Wonkette, for reminding me of good memories with this article.
A former very good friend who's also a poet wrote a sestina about Buffy that was published in McSweeney's eons ago, and my father's nickname for me when I was very young was Yo-Yo. Thank you, Wonkette, for reminding me of good memories with this article.
Sometime I feel like this site is just stringing me along
The lovely Lucy appears to be into Wodehouse.
The author, not the Patrick Swayze movie that makes Elmer Fudd feel funny down there.
Or the butler and body servant on Archer?
A Duncan Yo Yo man came to our school once. At least he said he was a Duncan Yo Yo man. Regardless, No Yomega Yo Yo man bothered to visit my school. That's why I Ride or Die with Duncan Yo Yos.
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Buddy Cat doing what he do on Caturday:
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This has become a pretty popular picture of him.
I take it those are his leaves and branches?
He's the Branch Manager.
This was prior to him adopting me. He was probably around 6 or 8 months old at the time. The grape arbor is above my head. I'm 6'3". He makes the leap from the ground. Makes it look easy.
When I hear "Yo-Yo" nowadays, I first think of musician Yo-Yo Ma.
Smother’s Brothers song. Tommy could do rock-the-cradle, spank-the-baby, and walk-the-dog. “Yo Yo Man!”. Google it up on Youtube while its free.
Lucy the cat is definitely lovey. Look at those beautiful yellow eyes!
🎶𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑦𝑜-𝑦𝑜𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡🎶
You play the strings, just to have some fun...
I'm sad about Anthony Head. I remember the coffee commercials and Buffy, of course. Good man. Loved cats. RIP Ripper.
Oh, also, he was the brother of Murray Head who sang One Night in Bangkok.
Murray was Judas in the original cast of Jesus Christ Superstar as well.
We need a national Hands Off The Stature of Liberty Day, because the sham lawyers at the Justice Department thinks the President can just bulldoze it any ol' time.
How do you get a bulldozer to Bedloe’s Island without sinking the raft?
Trust me, the Navy has landing barges that can do it.
I read about that and thought "who the fuck thinks that way?" If he can destroy it before anyone tries to stop him than it is totally legal?!? Stinky has some amazingly stupid and scary people working for him.
Just sociopaths and psychopaths. You would think the population in the wild would be going extinct by now, because they kill and eat their young.
my mom was a bit of a YoYo expert in her day. The last time I saw her show off her admittedly-out-of-practice skills was about 10 or 15 years ago. She's 90 now, not sure she'd be able to do quite as well now. But I should dig up an old fifties-era video from youtube and send it to her today.
My mother's brother (only uncle on the maternal side) was an expert at yo-yo; according to her he could spin a yo-yo in and out of his pocket. I never saw him do that.