Guess what! That thing your parents always warned you about — not the apple trees growing in your stomach if you swallowed the seeds or babies growing in your tummy if you swallowed other kinds of "seed" ... but the thing about having wet hands when you plug something into an electrical socket — well, it's TRUE!
fresh-baked at 11:24 PM
Also: don't ever put silverware in your shoes during a lightning storm. I learned that lesson the hard way.
Offered by: Robyn on September 13, 2002 11:11 AMThomas: Apart from the bit about the lorry (yeah, what's all that about?), that's not so much parody as the truth.
But not a bad effort. You need to slip in more references to games of tennis, cups of tea, scones, "toodle-pip", Eton, The Queen Mother, Aston Martins and Terry Thomas.
Offered by: Pete on September 13, 2002 10:06 AMThe doctors say I should be able to leave the apartment by November! Woohoo!
No no no ... I'm OK. Don't worry your pert, pretty little heads. Mama's fine!
Damn Glade Plug-Ins! That's the last time I try to be domestic.
Offered by: Jodi on September 13, 2002 10:02 AMNext, I suggest someone test the old lick a frozen pole and see if your tongue sticks theory and see if it is indeed fact or fiction.
(um, perhaps thomas would like to assist you with that one as well? Get it? Pole?)
Offered by: Les Fabulous D on September 13, 2002 9:52 AMSo your hair really does look like the picture now? :P
Offered by: Jason on September 13, 2002 9:26 AMPete: You're more European than the Euro. The closest I ever came to seeing anything so blantantly "Old World" was an erotic story that started out; "I was in me flat eating a plate of fish and chips when I remembered I had a date with a couple of hot birds I fancied a shag with. I jumped in my lorry but no luck! I popped open the bonnet and saw I had cracked the gasket. I could have kicked my own arse for being so bloody forgetful to check my oil when I stopped for petrol."
Jodi: I believe babies do come from tummies when you swallow "seed", and I'm not going to believe you until you prove me wrong over and over and over and over...
Offered by: Thomas on September 13, 2002 8:35 AMI think there must be something wrong with me. I've been plugging things in with wet hands and shoving knives into toasters for as long as I can remember, but every time that I get out of a Citroen or a Fiat, I'm charged up like a Van der Graaf generator.
Was gibt?
Offered by: Pete on September 13, 2002 5:08 AMPssst. Your link on my page is fixed. No more flailing and frothing. Although it is sexy.
Offered by: Miss Elle on September 13, 2002 3:45 AMAre you okay, boopkins?
Offered by: Miss Elle on September 13, 2002 3:43 AMdon't ever stick a fork down the garbage disposal while it's running.
Bzzzzzz
Joan!!
Perm? Perm? PERM???
Hello? 1982? Yes, I have Joan on the phone!
Offered by: Jodi on September 13, 2002 12:00 AMNo perm necessary for the winter months, eh? Get thee to the hospital, chica!
Offered by: Joan on September 12, 2002 11:56 PM
