FannytheBull wrote:However, since ES is so often taken with my nutty ideas that the only competitor to my crown is Sprotsie Baby, I'll share my point with you.ES' Muse wrote:So you'll be attending next year? I bet lb will let you ride in the LBN. You'll probably have to ride bitch, though, because I'd wager anything that Kiki ain't giving up shotgun. From what I understand, she's grown rather fond of the Jesus strap.......
Who's Hooly? He must have been a real old-timer...littlebeast13 wrote:How quickly they forget all the Hooly avatars.......
Estonut wrote:Who's Hooly? He must have been a real old-timer...littlebeast13 wrote:How quickly they forget all the Hooly avatars.......
The crown is all yours!FannytheBull wrote:You inspired it??Estonut wrote:I inspired an avatar!!!11 Yay!!1littlebeast13 wrote:I was trying to figure out how to respond to this when it occurred to me that I have MM's for all four of them. Now that's scary....
I can't quite make out the details. Am I:
• Making a frowny face?
• Biting my nails?
• Stifling an upchuck?
However, since ES is so often taken with my nutty ideas that the only competitor to my crown is Sprotsie Baby, I'll share my point with you.ES' Muse wrote:So you'll be attending next year? I bet lb will let you ride in the LBN. You'll probably have to ride bitch, though, because I'd wager anything that Kiki ain't giving up shotgun. From what I understand, she's grown rather fond of the Jesus strap.......
Quiet in the back seat!!!
tlynn78 wrote:Quiet in the back seat!!!
Are we there yet?
t.
I think I just heard her screech all the way up here...Just wait until Sprots finds out she's sharing a seat with ES..... I'll have to turn the car around....
T's right, as usual as always.tlynn78 wrote:I think I just heard her screech all the way up here...Just wait until Sprots finds out she's sharing a seat with ES..... I'll have to turn the car around....
t.
SportsFan68 wrote:T's right, as usual as always.tlynn78 wrote:I think I just heard her screech all the way up here...Just wait until Sprots finds out she's sharing a seat with ES..... I'll have to turn the car around....
t.
Keep that mangy rodent away from me.
All mangy rodents stay away from me all the time.Evil Squirrel wrote:SportsFan68 wrote:T's right, as usual as always.tlynn78 wrote:
I think I just heard her screech all the way up here...
t.
Keep that mangy rodent away from me.
Wahoo!!!!!! Lap seat!!!!!!!
littlebeast13 wrote:FannytheBull wrote:However, since ES is so often taken with my nutty ideas that the only competitor to my crown is Sprotsie Baby, I'll share my point with you.ES' Muse wrote:So you'll be attending next year? I bet lb will let you ride in the LBN. You'll probably have to ride bitch, though, because I'd wager anything that Kiki ain't giving up shotgun. From what I understand, she's grown rather fond of the Jesus strap.......
How quickly they forget all the Hooly avatars.......
lb13
I'll bet Leno calls by the end of the week.silvercamaro wrote:Update:
I just got home from the Gridiron trio's first official performance. To my astonishment (and probably yours, if you watched the tv clip,) somebody called yesterday and booked us for a party tonight. They wanted us at 9 p.m., so the guests could get a little tipsy before we got there. Good planning. Anyway, we showed up, sang four songs, did a little unplanned back-and-forth with the people there, and worked the crowd on the way out. For that, a dear woman paid $150 (more than the minimum fee) to see the look on the face of the guy who owned the house when a stranger walked through the door and said in his best television voice , "Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
When I agreed to take part in this whimsical effort at raising money for the show and scholarship fund, I figured it would be a lark, but I honestly could not conceive that anybody actually would pay money for us to come to an event. For next week, we already are booked for a newspaper and webcast interview-performance, as well as for a corporate employee lunch -- and the heavy season for holiday parties hasn't even gotten here yet.
Amazing. But this is something that happened that gave me great secret pride. On the way out of the party site, an enormous house hidden beyond a narrow gravel road that turned into a half-mile of smooth, paved driveway behind thick trees, two crazy little dogs were running around. They clearly were the pets of the people who own the house, but I was worried that they might run into the road when we drove away. I turned to the more dominant pup and said sternly, "You stay!" One of the other people in our little group said, "Good luck with that. You know he's going to follow us to the car." Only when we reached our vehicle did I look back. Both dogs were glued to the pavement in the exact place where they were when I said the magic words.
Cesar Millan would have approved.
Bob Juch wrote:I'll bet Leno calls by the end of the week.silvercamaro wrote:Update:
I just got home from the Gridiron trio's first official performance. To my astonishment (and probably yours, if you watched the tv clip,) somebody called yesterday and booked us for a party tonight. They wanted us at 9 p.m., so the guests could get a little tipsy before we got there. Good planning. Anyway, we showed up, sang four songs, did a little unplanned back-and-forth with the people there, and worked the crowd on the way out. For that, a dear woman paid $150 (more than the minimum fee) to see the look on the face of the guy who owned the house when a stranger walked through the door and said in his best television voice , "Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
When I agreed to take part in this whimsical effort at raising money for the show and scholarship fund, I figured it would be a lark, but I honestly could not conceive that anybody actually would pay money for us to come to an event. For next week, we already are booked for a newspaper and webcast interview-performance, as well as for a corporate employee lunch -- and the heavy season for holiday parties hasn't even gotten here yet.
Amazing. But this is something that happened that gave me great secret pride. On the way out of the party site, an enormous house hidden beyond a narrow gravel road that turned into a half-mile of smooth, paved driveway behind thick trees, two crazy little dogs were running around. They clearly were the pets of the people who own the house, but I was worried that they might run into the road when we drove away. I turned to the more dominant pup and said sternly, "You stay!" One of the other people in our little group said, "Good luck with that. You know he's going to follow us to the car." Only when we reached our vehicle did I look back. Both dogs were glued to the pavement in the exact place where they were when I said the magic words.
Cesar Millan would have approved.
This is the funnest!silvercamaro wrote:My new adventures for the day included appearances on two OKC television morning shows as a participant in a fund-raising venture for the Gridiron Club, which funds scholarships for journalism students in Oklahoma colleges and universities. My task was to show up for improv mayhem in my Nancy Pelosi alleged persona along with fellow cast members from the Gridiron Show, "Barack Obama" and "Bill Clinton." I think we took care of the mayhem, but I learned much for future reference by watching a clip posted by the first station, including recognition that (a) I have no shame, and (b) if I had any consideration whatsoever for mankind*, I would never again sing in public.
On the other hand, my pearls were fabu.
http://www.kfor.com/community/morningmail/
(Scroll down the page to see the clip. It's currently at the top of the lineup, but if it gets pushed back, it's identified in tiny type below the thumbnail as "Gridiron Trio.")
*I have no consideration whatsoever for mankind. Additional appearances already have been booked.
