Dear whomever bothers to stop in anymore:
I know you're tired of hearing how annoyingly busy I am at work and why I've seemingly abandoned you, so hows about we pretend that I am off battling the Monkey Warrior Tribes of Eastern Estonia? I am Captain Whiskeymarie of Wussy Infantry #459. We carry q-tips as weapons, and use banana muffins, chocolate-covered bananas and banana pudding as bait. So far we haven't any prisoners, but we've all gained 5 pounds.
Wish us luck.
Yours in battle,
If its a snack battle you want, a snack battle you'll get! *removes apple from arrow and dips it in caramel*
Or you can do what I did and drop off the face of the blogoverse (Blagoyavich?) with nary an explenation. It's sooo mysterious!
Mystery is a good thing.
Was ready to type a great comment, then cat started kneading THAT spot on my thigh. Yoiks!
Still checking in daily, one crazy lady to another.
I KNOW that I know you from somewhere...
(in my best Glenn Close voice...)
I WON'T be ignored!!
Actually, we will take whatever time you have to give us, because we are all special like that.
I'm right behind you with my q-tip and a bag of those hideously awful banana flavored orange peanuts (ewwww makes me gag just to think of those things.)
It's not you hon, you have as much "Captain" in you as you always have (I've seen you in the commercials). It's that bitch whore Facebook, what with all her "look at me!, look at me! ...NO, LOOK at ME!! Stepping out of her Ferrari in her red mini and no panties for lowlife paparazzi. I shall join you in throwing banana stuff at her! Her mother was a hamster, and her father smelled of elderberries!
...happily - I'm losing weight. Because I'm back on my adderal.
John, Loved that comment !, especially that last sentence ! ??
This time I will post comments sober. Oh you didn't know I was drunkie last time. Well good I came out sounding more coherent then I thought.
Ahem, I am one with you in your busy-osity. Everyday it is all I can do to put on pants.
Thinking of you and hoping it subsides for us both..sometime before the next millenium.
I'm not really here leaving this comment; I'm with you, baiting monkeys with banana runts. It took a long time to separate the banana ones from the other flavors but we did it.
Yes, we can!
Are you bluffin' with your muffin?
Good luck..how goes the battle?
This made me think of you. Can't say why, for sure, but it might be something to do with the repeated "Here, have some wine" statements...
Hell, i've gained triple that and more!
my weight makes the baby jesus weep sad tears...
Right or wrong, I'll still kill for you and your cause.
Good thinking! Next time I'll blame the monkeys, too.
Can I join you? That monkey looks a lot less trouble than my most recent client.
Oh where, oh where, has my Whiskeymarie gone? Oh where, oh where, could she be? With her blog cut short and her absence so long,
Oh where, oh where could she be?!
There. I made an ass out of myself in cyber comment world just for you.
Missin' ya in MN. - Renata1967
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