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Straighten Up Them Bows, Does Your Mommy Need To Tie Your Shoes, What Is Your Major Malfunction Private Deee-larrrrla?

Big Paul, are you prepared to swim... The Ring.....OF FIRE??!!

DeLarla, are you going to clean up this mess? It is YOUR spider!

we have to call english peas...booties... DD just turned 4 and calls her boobies...booties. and i told her once that eating her veggies will make her booties bigger, and from then on she calls the peas booties. she also, when she was 2 almost 3 was in the bathroom while i was taking a shower. She peeks around the shower curtain while i have soap on my face and i hear her say "EWWWWWWWWW" real slow and deliberately. i open my eyes to see her pointing at my midsection. i say what, and she says "eww, you got big ol spider in dere mommy!" so from then on, it isnt a coochie, hoohoo, nunu, or hatch, but a spider, and big sometimes hairy, spider.

hee...not a "marriage" term, but when my oldest was learning to talk, he would try to say little bitty and it would come out "habitty" so now, EVERYONE in my family uses this word to represent something that is very small. It was really hilarious when my dad and 3 grown brothers along with DH were building deer stands a couple of years ago, and DD crawled up in the tree and was doing to arduous stuff. He became irritated at my brothers for handing him the wrong tools, nails, etc. He asked for the little nail, and my brother handed him a small nail, but obviously not the nail that DD wanted. So VERY angrily, DD shouts "The HABITTY ONE DAMMIT!" He was seriously aggitated, and we all fell to the forest floor laughing our not so habitty butts off!

OOPS, i mean POOPS, i just realized that i was posting here, thinking i was on DeLarla's kitty litter thread...sorry de

bananas? they grow on Mount WannaHockaLoogie...right F-duddy?

Has anyone seen the devil lately? i heard he went down to georgia. Back to topic? well, he WAS going to pick up some litter to massage his best friends back with.

so take that Paul!! Take it and paint a leaky orafice!!

o-mie-gosch sniff sniff? sad Water would flow without a nose.

life must suck without thumbs...

would someone pass the kitty the crayons?

sad, sad loss. banded or not...in light of the loss of life, the band is the least of my concerns right now. my heart is heavy. i will worry about the band when...if it is revealed that it contributed to any circumstance of her passing.

hooray for you!! good luck and congrats!

i drive my lunch to work. true enough i listen to my orange, but on a different radio.

i havent heard anything about this, but i am definitely going to stay tuned... sad day if this is true...

Shackdog, please clarify the editing threads comment...?? What are you looking at?

LMAO @ the eyes popping out, that is so true, and I never even thought about it, and obviously didn't miss it this morning, but my eyeballs ARE still intact.

fresh batteries...

naked, 'cept for the carmel coating....

DOH! This is more fun than a bobbing for pickles in a bucket of pimento cheese!!

poor kat, they made her sing with meatloaf, and it IS AWFUL!!!

What about Big John... as in "Every morn at the mine you could see him arrive he stood 6 foot 6 and weighed 245 kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip and everbody knew you didnt give no lip to big john. big john, big john, big bad john. Nobody seem to know where john called home, he just drifted into town and stayed all alone. he didnt say much kinda quiet and shy and if ya spoke at all you just said hi to big john. somebody said he came from new orleans where he got in a fight over a cajun queen and a crashing blow from a huge right hand sent a louisiana fella to the promise land, big john. big john, big john, big bad john. Then came the day at the bottom of the mine when a timber cracked and men started crying, miners where praying and hearts beat fast and everybody thought they'd breathed their last cept john. through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell walked giant of a man with a minors new weld, grabbed a saggin timber and gave out with a groan and like a giant oak tree just stood there alone. big john, big john, big bad john. and with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove then a minor yelled out theres a light up above and twenty men scrambled from a would be grave and now theres only one left down there to save big john. with jacks and timbers they started back down, then came that rumble way down in the ground and as smoke and gas belched out of that mine, everybody knew it was the end of the line for big john. big john, big john, big bad john. now they never re-opened that worthless pit, they just placed a marble stand in front of it. these few words are written on that stand: At the bottom of this mine lies one Hell of a Man: BIG JOHN. big john, big john, big bad john.

bumping for more contributions to the name pool...??? anyone??

dern them jokesters! next time I will have to make sure i get that pesky copyright!!