Brain Fart
Skipper, a pretty nasty brain fart, eh?
If a person in a closed room has a brain fart, and then another person present has a stroke of brilliance, will there be an explosion?
...and, (implied from above) can a BF even be ignited, and - if so - how?
...and, are womens’ BFs also “always silent”? (apologies to any ladies present)
...and, what is the equivalent of “pull my finger” in BF’ese?
...and, did the Skipper post this because its Sat night and there’s not much going on - and he...er...had one?
(Hey! He’s had to give two Member Lectures to all, discipline several “Rowdies”, chase down at least one errant HTML tag (which gave him a debilitating hangnail), and had his avatar violently used as the butt (hee-hee!) of a joke - all in the last week or so. He’s entitled!)
Cheese - “what is the equivalent of “pull my finger” in BF’ese?”
Kerry saying “I have a plan...”
Any politician using any of the phrases “investment, for the children, need a program, have hearings, we all know....”Wow, Dick...when I wrote the question I thought it had no answer! As usual - I was wrong. Outstanding!
(Your answer brought to mind the “Farting Preacher” vids available on the net. Someone should edit (L) speeches in a similar fashion, especially since they habitually wag their finger for emphasis. Hildebeast & Swimmer Kennedy do so constantly.)
Squiggy - did you let loose with a trombone somewhere? Nevermind.
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my lawn.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over
at my car and decide my car needs washing.
< FONT face="Times New Roman” color=maroon>As I start toward the garage, I notice that there
is mail on the porch table that I brought up from
the mail box earlier.
!
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk m ail
in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the
can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take
out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox
when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay
the bil! ls first.
I take my check book off the table, and see that there
is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go
inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke
that I had been drinking.
I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push
the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.
I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should
put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke a vase of
flowers on the counter catches my eye - they need to be
watered.
I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my
reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first
I’m going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a
container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote.
Someone left it on the kitchen table.
!
I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will
be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s
on the kitchen table, so I decide! to put it back in the
living room where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills
on the floor.
So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some
towels and wipe up the spill.
Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was
planning to do.
At the end of the day:
the lawn isn’t watered,
the car isn’t washed,
the bills aren’t paid,
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,
the flowers don’t have enough water,
there is still only one check in my check book,
I can’t find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
I don’t remember what I did with the car keys,
and my neighbor called to tell me he turned off the hose
that was flooding the driveway.
Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I’m really baffled because I know I w as busy all day long,
and I’m really tired. I realize this is a serious problem,
and I’ll try to get some help for it, but first I’ll check my
e-mail.Posted by Z Woof
02/26/2006 at 09:58 AM
Cheesy Poof!!
you think entirely too much about <flatulance> ack...i cannot bring myself to say the F word...ack ack ackI find this little funny ha ha less disturbing tho’ than the cookie commercial...the one where the cookie has eyes...i think it is a chips a hoy commercial or something...*humanzing* food creeps me out! ha!
speaking of which ....i also abhor that *mucous* commercial...where the mucous people are talking OH MY GOSH!!!!! gag me with a spoon...::::shiver::::: gross.
oh! oh! and the other commercial that creeps me out...i think it is a *puffs* tissue one...where the NOSE runs quite LITERTALLY all over the little weird animated face, while the little girl is trying to wipe it....ACK.
and my last weird creep out thing...the burger king commercial, where the bk king is playing football...I mean like seriously, his HEAD and facial features creep me out…ah k...feel so much better now that I got all of that out of my system....back to sipping my morning tea
Posted by SouthernDoll
02/27/2006 at 08:25 AM
