Corbal
Cereal Killer
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I love the Geico ads. They are produced by an agency hearabouts. Love the pig. but my current favorite is the one with the woman who mistakes the gecko for some rake named 'Stanley.' (and what happens in Toledo should stay there and that's all I have to say about that).
Merry Christmas, John! You've been so much fun and I canny wait for more hilarity in 2012.....
Than....uh wait a minute, 2012??? Do you know something I don't? (like the IRS has finally caught up with me and I will have, um, limited internet access for the next 12 to 18 months).
Or is it that I will need a year of practice and rehersal before releasing new material?
For some reason that reminds me of when my high school baseball coach called me in and said. "I think you have a great chance to hit .400 this year....but you'll be doing it for the JV team."
Well, it seems I have more free time than anticipated in the new year. See y'all in 2012.
John
Well, favorite gift, I got an ice cream maker that's a big ball (looks like a soccer ball) and you throw the thing around to make ice cream. And we got snow, although not until evening.
Seriously, is there anything better than watching the little people going nuts under the tree on Christmas morning?
Now I don't know who the folks are that package toys, but I wish they were in charge of national security. I think after opening the Play-Dough Factory I am now quailfied to perform surgery in 37 nations. And I hope our national mints are as hard to get into as your average remote control car.
So right now I'm on Ameritrade moving my entire portfolio into batteries. Holy crap did I go through a lot of batteries. And no, you sickos, that was before the grown ups started opening gifts
Corbal, I am glad you had an awsome Christmas, although I find it hard to believe that given the Cowboys performance there was only one fight
And a belated happy Boxing Day to our cousins accross the pond (and way to go Spurs!).
John
Funny.......we were talking yesterday as we were tearing apart, unwiring, untaping, pulling apart plastic piece after plastic piece of random shit to get to the tiny fucking toy buried under all that shit...........WHO THE FUCK IS ABLE TO STEAL THIS SHIT IN THE STORE? I mean really? There was a Dora Doll...she was wrapped in as many wires around every extremity she had, then the wires were taped to the box and the box had like six different levels of access. Needless to say...I stabbed my wrist with a pair of scissors, broke every fucking fingernail I have and my cuticles look like shit.
On another note, we bought a 25 pack of double A batteries because nobody looks at the box that they're buying to see if you actually need the fucking things. Am I the only one that actually cares that the little fucker play with the gift at the time of receipt? Or, do parents cuss me because I bought the little fucker enough batteries to make the present last a lifetime?
I'm going with the latter......
Now,......how the fuck are you John?
