1000th POST CELEBRATION
THE POST WITH THE MOST
yeeee-haw! the 1000th post this week, here at unbalanced.
yup. I apprecieate all the kind comments left here the last two
weeks or so, since I've had problems with my machine. so, here's
the first Sunday Big Blog typed on the new lappy, eh? yeah, uh...
... ahem. I wasn't plannin' on replacing the old machine for another
6 to 7 years. it may still be salvageable, but I now have to gut it to
find out. I'm not looking forward to it, either. that said, let's move on.
the other day, Flyin'Fox suggested maybe I do a "top 10 post" post...
... only thing is, I kind of do that on my anniversary each year... so, I
thought, why not have a little party, instead? oh, yeah. starting with
the cakester up top, which was a gift from Nurse Dish. very nice. that
makes it feel almost like an extra-special birthday party, ya know it?
indeed. well, why not grab some ice cream to go along with that special
cake, and take a little scroll? say, did I mention it's Shtein-Flavored?
ya know, it just wouldn't seem like a birth-
day without some sort of spanking. oh, my.
gonna have a party? ya need party food. yup. like these here
Hors d'oeuvres. I call 'em "Tampoon Fingers". my own recipe.
observe some etiquitte, too. don't ever allow
epileptics to get onto the dance floor. please.
oh, keep good tabs on your guest list, too. that's Paris Hilton.
she snuck in with the Oompa Loompas, who were invited.
she's a slut, and stuff...
... like her sister. I think her name's Hackensack Hilton...
... those two hang out with the McScum of the Earth.
aaah, this is more like it, eh? yup. self-depracating
humor, always a real big winner at a get-together.
hey, ya gotta bring the kids, too. aw, hell, they're
almost always good for a laugh or two. or three.
but, don't invite this guy. this is No-Shit Sherlock.
he's always got some redundant and obvious point
he's gotta bring up... makes for poor conversation...
... he does make a nice sign, though. filthy animals...
... but, if you leave the animals outside, you'd best keep a
close eye on the youngsters. this poor kid got a real eyeful...
plan ahead for refuse and leftover party food morsels.
these two roll-off boxes work pretty well for a party...
... that is, unless you've got some amateurs
soakin' up the old atmosphere, so to speak...
... this one, though, has turned in his amateur status
and gone pro. don't try this at home, boys and girls.
hey, even old Lucifer, here, can be a real hoot at a gathering...
... the only trouble is, if you have a party of any size,
usually some dick-head is going to decide to show up.
I'm havin' some cake, and eatin' it, too...
... yup.
thanks for stopping by. stay safe out there...
last week's Big Blog
THE POST WITH THE MOST
yeeee-haw! the 1000th post this week, here at unbalanced.
yup. I apprecieate all the kind comments left here the last two
weeks or so, since I've had problems with my machine. so, here's
the first Sunday Big Blog typed on the new lappy, eh? yeah, uh...
... ahem. I wasn't plannin' on replacing the old machine for another
6 to 7 years. it may still be salvageable, but I now have to gut it to
find out. I'm not looking forward to it, either. that said, let's move on.
the other day, Flyin'Fox suggested maybe I do a "top 10 post" post...
... only thing is, I kind of do that on my anniversary each year... so, I
thought, why not have a little party, instead? oh, yeah. starting with
the cakester up top, which was a gift from Nurse Dish. very nice. that
makes it feel almost like an extra-special birthday party, ya know it?
indeed. well, why not grab some ice cream to go along with that special
cake, and take a little scroll? say, did I mention it's Shtein-Flavored?
ya know, it just wouldn't seem like a birth-
day without some sort of spanking. oh, my.
gonna have a party? ya need party food. yup. like these here
Hors d'oeuvres. I call 'em "Tampoon Fingers". my own recipe.
observe some etiquitte, too. don't ever allow
epileptics to get onto the dance floor. please.
oh, keep good tabs on your guest list, too. that's Paris Hilton.
she snuck in with the Oompa Loompas, who were invited.
she's a slut, and stuff...
... like her sister. I think her name's Hackensack Hilton...
... those two hang out with the McScum of the Earth.
aaah, this is more like it, eh? yup. self-depracating
humor, always a real big winner at a get-together.
hey, ya gotta bring the kids, too. aw, hell, they're
almost always good for a laugh or two. or three.
but, don't invite this guy. this is No-Shit Sherlock.
he's always got some redundant and obvious point
he's gotta bring up... makes for poor conversation...
... he does make a nice sign, though. filthy animals...
... but, if you leave the animals outside, you'd best keep a
close eye on the youngsters. this poor kid got a real eyeful...
plan ahead for refuse and leftover party food morsels.
these two roll-off boxes work pretty well for a party...
... that is, unless you've got some amateurs
soakin' up the old atmosphere, so to speak...
... this one, though, has turned in his amateur status
and gone pro. don't try this at home, boys and girls.
hey, even old Lucifer, here, can be a real hoot at a gathering...
... the only trouble is, if you have a party of any size,
usually some dick-head is going to decide to show up.
I'm havin' some cake, and eatin' it, too...
... yup.
thanks for stopping by. stay safe out there...
last week's Big Blog
THE POST WITH THE MOST
yeeee-haw! the 1000th post this week, here at unbalanced.
yup. I apprecieate all the kind comments left here the last two
weeks or so, since I've had problems with my machine. so, here's
the first Sunday Big Blog typed on the new lappy, eh? yeah, uh...
... ahem. I wasn't plannin' on replacing the old machine for another
6 to 7 years. it may still be salvageable, but I now have to gut it to
find out. I'm not looking forward to it, either. that said, let's move on.
the other day, Flyin'Fox suggested maybe I do a "top 10 post" post...
... only thing is, I kind of do that on my anniversary each year... so, I
thought, why not have a little party, instead? oh, yeah. starting with
the cakester up top, which was a gift from Nurse Dish. very nice. that
makes it feel almost like an extra-special birthday party, ya know it?
indeed. well, why not grab some ice cream to go along with that special
cake, and take a little scroll? say, did I mention it's Shtein-Flavored?
ya know, it just wouldn't seem like a birth-
day without some sort of spanking. oh, my.
gonna have a party? ya need party food. yup. like these here
Hors d'oeuvres. I call 'em "Tampoon Fingers". my own recipe.
observe some etiquitte, too. don't ever allow
epileptics to get onto the dance floor. please.
oh, keep good tabs on your guest list, too. that's Paris Hilton.
she snuck in with the Oompa Loompas, who were invited.
she's a slut, and stuff...
... like her sister. I think her name's Hackensack Hilton...
... those two hang out with the McScum of the Earth.
aaah, this is more like it, eh? yup. self-depracating
humor, always a real big winner at a get-together.
hey, ya gotta bring the kids, too. aw, hell, they're
almost always good for a laugh or two. or three.
but, don't invite this guy. this is No-Shit Sherlock.
he's always got some redundant and obvious point
he's gotta bring up... makes for poor conversation...
... he does make a nice sign, though. filthy animals...
... but, if you leave the animals outside, you'd best keep a
close eye on the youngsters. this poor kid got a real eyeful...
plan ahead for refuse and leftover party food morsels.
these two roll-off boxes work pretty well for a party...
... that is, unless you've got some amateurs
soakin' up the old atmosphere, so to speak...
... this one, though, has turned in his amateur status
and gone pro. don't try this at home, boys and girls.
hey, even old Lucifer, here, can be a real hoot at a gathering...
... the only trouble is, if you have a party of any size,
usually some dick-head is going to decide to show up.
I'm havin' some cake, and eatin' it, too...
... yup.
thanks for stopping by. stay safe out there...
last week's Big Blog
expunged by doctor chip @ 8:13 AM
2 Comments:
Oh man, Shit! Our party was cut off right at the height of the evening festivities.
Friggin' tornado blew through shredding power plants and 13 towers putting "St. Pats Party Hardy'iers" here in Savannah in the dark for hours.
The music and live bands stopped, or at least continued unplugged. Beer turned warm quickly and lots of cops, militias, national gaurds broke loose downtown sweeping up 300 some thousand drunks enforcing some gulag type curfew.
Where was I? At some carnie clogged empty lot riding some death free fall ride stoned outta my mind.
I thought carnies ran on generators?!!!! WTF! Dropped for the free fall and the whole lot went dark and people gasped in awe.
Friggin' tripped me out. Had to go smoke some grass to come down off the naturally induced freak out.
1000th post, eh? Nice Job.
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