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.***
Okay, okay. Just no more talk of poo and Manilow.
Please.
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.
:)
Enter me again. I love poo talk. And the ’70s ruled.
Oooh…does that mean I have 1 in 9 a chance at winning?!
Oh, man…I gotta proofread my comments better.
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!
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!
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…
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!
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!