What the Hell?

People, you’re hurting my feelings. I’ve got an awesome giveaway going on down here, and it’s going nowhere fast. Out of 9 entrants, one even opted to not be put in the giveaway entrant mix.

 

Is it my 40ishness?

The 12 garlic cloves I ate for dinner last night?

The fact that I poke my poo with sticks?

 

What? What? What?!

 

***whispers*** Do you just not like me anymore?

 

Well, fine. Sticky pokey poo on you.

 

***hanging head*** I didn’t mean that.

 

K, how about this? I’ll stop talking about death and poo, and you enter to win my totally sooper (Thanks, Eden for the word) awesome music mix?

 

***crosses fingers behind back*** I promise not to put Barry Manilow on there.

 

Even if he is a musical genius.

 

***fake laughing*** I joke! Death to ’70s soft rock!

 

***looking skyward*** Just kidding, God. ’70s soft rock was one of your best inventions.

 

***running off to poke poo again*** ***and to lay alms on Barry Manilow altar.***

 

10 Responses to “What the Hell?”

  1. Jamie says:

    Okay, okay. Just no more talk of poo and Manilow.

    Please.

  2. There’s a delicate balance when putting Barry Manilow and bowel movements in the same space. You have reached it. This is Nirvana. Not the Kurt Cobain kind, though I do love that Dave Grohl. Your search strings will be awesome. I predict it.

    :)

  3. Enter me again. I love poo talk. And the ’70s ruled.

  4. Oooh…does that mean I have 1 in 9 a chance at winning?!

  5. Oh, man…I gotta proofread my comments better.

  6. Diane says:

    I don’t even know what I’m entering (I need to go back and read) but this made me laugh so hard, I’ll do whatever you say!

  7. Diane says:

    I don’t even know what I’m entering (I need to go back and read) but this made me laugh so hard, I’ll do whatever you say!

  8. tracy says:

    OK, I’m signed up! Thanks for reminding me…Didn’t know you were so fixated on poo and Manilo. We didn’t even talk about either when I saw you last…

  9. Jennifer H says:

    Hey, the last 9 years of my life have been somewhat focused on poo, and the first concert I ever went to was Barry Manilow. With my parents. (How embarrassing is that?)

    There are crickets singing over at my place lately, too…maybe everyone’s suffering from post-election fatigue. That’s what I’m telling myself!

  10. I’ll tell you what’s the hell with me. My laptop speaker is broken so I meant to go listen to the songs on the desktop and never managed. Sorry!

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