March 14, 2006

• Pretty normal in my house.
• I like the nostalgia of the old homemade bomb.
• They're assembled with the secret ingredient of love, StoryBored.
• Reminds me of the old couple from "In Living Color." "We still in loooove!"
• homemade bombs wow, now that is impressive...I'd better not give mr. medusa any ideas!
• Love, love will keep us together; Think of me babe whenever Some sweet talking girl comes along singing a song Don't mess around, you got to be strong, Just Stop, 'cause I really love you, Stop, I'll be thinking of you -- Look in my heart and let love keep us together.
• Reminds me of what happened to my first husband.
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• *gathers toys, slinks off to room*
• *ducks down behind sofa, prepares to hurl a LOVE granade*
• You were my thrills, you were my pills, You dropped a bomb on me! You turn me out, you turn me on, You turned me loose, then you turned me wrong!
• Would you throw a bomb at me? Would you hang me from a tree? Break my kneck like you were Bruce Lee? yeeee-eeee-ah, oh yeee-ee-ah!
• GTA: Oxkutzcab. Did NBC (or Reuters, I guess) have anything to do with Mr. and Mrs. Smith?
• Some compare the act of marriage To going to hell in handbasket or carriage But, I've been and I say it's worse The destination's the same but I went by hearse
• As per Chyren's original comment but usually confined to a Saturday night Gotta learn that home made bomb stuff to liven it up i think.....
• hacked off his manhood? What, by telling it there was no more pie, or it had to take the bins out in the middle of its favorite TV show?
• we served molotov cocktails for two -- now I have the haziest memory of flying through debris with the kitchen sink and you
• hehe I even heard the music for that one. heh
• Her homemade bombs are just glances My countermeasure's last chances When she calls me a jerk I'll get down to work Dragging her out to the dances
• I never meant to stab my wife Or use excessive force; She never meant to blow me up, But it's cheaper than divorce.
• )))) for the bees!
• Does anyone else wonder what they were fighting about that escalated to this level of violence? Or, are the married folks around here just nodding their heads?
• pretty much. the worst fights hubby and I have are about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!
• I can't even remember what it was all about, but the best fight Mr. Horse and I ever had was one when he said something to me, and I just turned around and GLARED at him. At that EXACT moment, out of a clear blue sky, a bolt of lightning shot down and hit a transformer on a phone pole in the field in back of the house. I think I won that round.
• Holy guacamole. If a stern glare from GramMa can summon the wrath of Zeus, I fear for just what her being really angry would entail... *sits up straight, stops making faces, hides dirty mag that had been showing to fellow monkeys*
• *holds breath...*
• *...turns blue, becomes aware that the color may steal GramMa's thunder, doesn't intend the pun, backs up slowly towards the door, trips, exhales violently cussing, yelps in recognition of the noise he sought to avoid, a glass jar of lamp oil breaks from the piercing sound, spills over his head, jumps through nearest window suffering multiple lacerations into blinding sunlight, small particles of glass create a lens effect causing the oil to combust, burns, breathes a sigh of relief now that he's out of danger...*
• *uses distraction to rifle through drawers for stash*
• hacked off his manhood? What, by telling it there was no more pie, or it had to take the bins out in the middle of its favorite TV show? Oh, you brits and your quaint expressions!
• *GramMa sloooooowly begins to turn around and fold her arms**
• *whistles, saunters off*
• *...holds breath...*
• *..launches kite with key on string..*
• *...digs up corpse (not quiddy's)..lays it on rotating table, attaches electrodes, tells hunchbacked assistant (possibly quiddy) to be ready...
• Abby someone.
• *prolongs turn to heighten tension*
• *...turns bl...*