tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418275174371898447.post8439300275322609413..comments2023-04-02T07:34:29.157-05:00Comments on Hillbilly Mansion Three: The Week AheadHillbilly Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418275174371898447.post-45481147091410300622007-09-24T20:20:00.000-05:002007-09-24T20:20:00.000-05:00Betty,Yes, I can see that. They were probably wear...Betty,<BR/>Yes, I can see that. They were probably wearing some lovely Hawaiian shirts to sip their fruity drinks in. While dreaming of ending sentences with prepositions.<BR/><BR/>Stewyoumavenoftheclassics,<BR/>I'll take your word for it. I've only read The Odyssey. Thanks to Mr. K and his lofty goals for 9th grade Comm Arts. I only wish K was here for the pranking. This involves Basementia, and I'm doing it on the sly. Except that one stick won't come out of the mud so we can get this show on the road to Prankyville.<BR/><BR/>The Pork Peb made me throw up a little bit in my mouth.Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418275174371898447.post-57495670122891775142007-09-23T23:36:00.000-05:002007-09-23T23:36:00.000-05:00I could almost go with you on the bad hair thing.....I could almost go with you on the bad hair thing... but then there's ex-Congressman Jim Trafficant. His bad hair is legendary. His hair is so epically bad, that the Iliad is dedicated to it.<BR/><BR/>If you need extra cat pictures for your prank-o-thon, just say the word.<BR/><BR/><I>Word Verification: porkpeb - Pork Peb - A non-existent part of a pig, sold as snack food. It is analogous to chicken "fingers" or "McNuggets."</I>Stewed Hammhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02289256821313634861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418275174371898447.post-81327731250060667672007-09-23T20:09:00.000-05:002007-09-23T20:09:00.000-05:00We checked into a Kansas City hotel just as a teac...We checked into a Kansas City hotel just as a teacher's convention had ended and the teachers had checked out. In the lounge, my husband ordered a bourbon and coke. The waiter said, " You're not a teacher, I can tell." Hubby said, "Why?" The waiter said, "Because the teachers ALL want drinks with fruit and little unbrellas in them. "Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07309266986583326824noreply@blogger.com