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Festivus Thirteen
Far be it from me to promote anything from Seinfeld (sorry, Jerry-lovers, I’m in the “I don’t get it” camp), but you gotta love Festivus:
At the Festivus dinner, you gather your family around and tell them all the ways they have disappointed you over the last year.
So, for this Thirteen, it’s up to you. Tell me what we’re eating for dinner and then tell me how I’ve disappointed you this year. Just think of how much better this blog will be for your criticisms.
(Sneaky way of getting out of a Thirteen, eh? But I’m in modem hell at home, and I’m getting slammed here at work, and WHINE WHINE WHINE!!!)
Participants get all the linky lurve their hypercritical hearts could crave.
Yay! We’re back in High Speed Land. Here’s your lurve, folks:
Dan: the Master of Distraction’s Thirteen
Kate Rothwell, Professional Scold
Microsoar’s story contest is still open (but, sadly, the only story idea I have is about a trailer trash teenage girl who gets kidnapped for the extraterrestrial sex trade)
Dean’s Friday Flickr babes (looks safe-for-work to me, Dean, although in MY place of work, vibrators and rough sex are regular topics of conversation)
But Joolz, the beans are the best part!
D.
I don’t know what you’re having for dinner, but I’m having ribs. And, you’ve disappointed me by not having a Thursday Thirteen on the day when I actually did an honest-to-goodness, complete, no-cheating Thursday Thirteen. 😉
HEY I must have sensed it was Festivus. Mine is all whine all the time too. With one good link.
spooge. That’s what you’re eating for dinner. That’s what we’re having.
Kate, colloquial, or (vulgar)(slang)?
Either way. Ew!
The Festivus dinner is roast Spam. Served with a spork. With sides of ham. And slices of pork.
You have disappointed me by not writing a book of erotic Hobbit poetry.
One. Most definitely the first. The second has some rumpus-bumpus fun times behind it.
a ham i bought at dartagnan.com, and i prefer the feats of strength portion of the festivus festivities.
got the pole out today and gave it a good polish too 🙂
Just got off the phone with our high speed internet provider. We could be down until the 24th, which is the earliest they can send out a tech (right now, I’m working from the office). What a drag! But the guy on the phone told me the problem could miraculously right itself on its own in the next hour or so.
I’ll believe it when I see it.
Meanwhile, I have been buying more and more emergency supplies. The more Karen watches Survivorman, the more emergency supplies I need to buy. The other night, she showed me how to make a lamp from Vaseline and a match. I offered to show her how to make a blow torch with a match and my ass, but she wasn’t interested.
I know I have been slow on the lurve, folks, so if it really is the 24th, I’ll do a lurvely post for y’all rather than bury the linkies down here. Dial-up continues to be a bitch, and I hate blogging on my Blackberry if I can help it.
But ya gotta do what ya gotta do . . .