Dear Diary..
The Lizzard King's brother and sister-in-law have gone home after a very nice visit.I will miss them because she always did the dishes and now I have to do them...stupid dishes..And I will miss their baby too because I could hold him but I never had to change his diaper or feed him or anything.I wish it was Friday because we are really busy at work because everyone wants their cabinets done by Christmas and Mr. K has promised them they would be so there are like five families sitting back all happy but....DAMM!
Last night I dreamed that I shot this guy with a spear gun only he didn't die and he pulled out the spear and asked me why he didn't die so I told him that I forgot to put the poison on the tip and we both had a good laugh about that...in my dream I mean.
We are having Rib-Eye tonight! :)
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Happy Rib-Eye, I'm thinking of chile cheese dogs.
You that's just what my old pappy used to say;
stay away from spear guns and poison tipped arrows, never change the diaper of someone elses baby and if the company wants to do the dishes by all means let them. Very wise man...:P
ooohhhh.... Rib eye! Don't forget to wash the dishes. Oh and don't poison the rib eye.
I had half a wedge of Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese and a rye bread dinner roll with two glasses of burgundy. Clearly, I'm eating from the "Why French Women Don't Get Fat" food guide.
(damn skinny French women)
At least he was laughing as well. If this was my dream no doubt I would have been running.
ouuu I'm gunna make me a steak and fried onion sanga...the same sanga I have been meaning to make for the past few nights.
And where was he shot...? In the heart, the arm the head? I am surreeee it has significance...but who has any clue what that is?
Perhaps the man in your dream was Mr. K? :) That's a lot of work to get done for Christmas- can imagine you'll be working right up to the last minute (just like the other Elves)- oh boy.
l have a strange dream last night too- may blog on that lol.
Bests
Sling, you're getting forgetful in your old age. In all my dreams of spear guns I have never forgotten to put poison on the tip.
They say the memory is the first to go. The second is ... ummm ... er ... geez, I can't remember now.
maybe your dream was like an old western, alright sheriff, we're gonna kill ya, but we're gonna kill ya slow.
or as george carlin says, alright sheriff, were gonna fuck ya, but we're gonna fuck ya slow.
I love when I remember cool dreams where there is laughing
That reminds me, are you going to be able to finish my spear gun cupboard by Christmas? There's a steak in it for you...
WTF??...Eleven comments on my diary?..Don't you people ever read books?.. :p
I always forget the poison, too, except in real life. Talk about embarrassing!
...like when you dream that you showed up to class naked in the sixth grade,and the next day your best friend Gary tells you that it wasn't a dream.
it's worse when Gary is your invisible friend.
rib eyes..the best peice of meat around...i love rib eyes..with a nice lobster on the side..plenty of butter and maybe a tomato so i dont look like one of those french cavepeople..
Yellowdog G.-We have 'em at least twice a week around here.Lobster,...not so much. :)
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