................this crack-smoking rat-bastard seen here ---->? He's lovable as hell one minute and running-out-in-front-of-moving-cars-in-order-to-bite-a-cyclist the next. He went to doggie boot camp for a month to curb his "wanting to run away and play in traffic" disorder and came back a "finger-biter". The second trainer did some good but he loses his head when he should really know better, it seems he can resist anything but temptation (like a certain Roommate I know). I need a wish granted to make him be a good dog (Rufus, not the Roommate).
................Sarahbeth's blog? I've been looking at these poor, stale partially-eaten bunnies for weeks. Every time I crank up her blog I get the urge to raid the candy bowls here at work for chocolate. And I don't really like chocolate. Please Sarahbeth, make the bad bunnies go away before my teeth rot and I gain 3 lbs (the horror!).
................my idea for my "Art of Surprise/Surprise of Art" painting for the upcoming show? I have to have it done by next Wednesday and so far I have.......a concept, but that's it. I need motivation in an IV drip, stat.
................my life. Probably too late for me to become a nun----I just made myself laugh out loud and pee my pants a little at that one!! Can you imagine ME a NUN---what with my filthy mouth, hunger for man meat and lack of belief in a superior being and all? A career change is out of the questions at this stage, so what to do? I know, my answer has two words: lottery tickets! When (not if) I win I'll buy a bar in Cancun and I'll be set for life.
Can someone loan me a couple dollars to play lotto?
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"Sister Mary-Susan...." Nope, doesn't do a thing for me.
At one time, I wanted to attend a HS/Monastary located in the mountains of Arkansas. I was considering being a Franciscan monk.
I think I missed my calling.
Until 7th grade I wanted to be a nun. Now I'm sure eveyone is thinking I decided against it because I discovered boys---WORNG! Around when I was in 7th grade is when nuns stopped having to wear the whole habbit thing, and that outfit was pretty much the only reason I wanted to be a nun.
Ok, now THAT'S shocking!
Well, look at it this way. You have plenty of bad habits of your own now.
:-)
God has already punished me for not going through with the plan by giving me a tonsure I don't even have to shave.
Actually...why don't I rent us a couple of outfits...me in monastic brown, you in black?
Just to keep up the kink, we could take turns in blue plaid school clothes as well.
Sounds like a date!
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