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…But they’re allowing me to blog at the CHICAS site today. :shock:

Category: Adventures in La-La Land...,Chicas — Raine @ 5:21 am ·   Comments (11)

Okay, so this is how some friends of mine imagine this conversation went…
(and no offense meant to any employee of any establishment anywhere):

Walmart Employee: “Hello ‘dis be Walmarts, how can I help you?”
Customer: “I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week.”
Walmart Employee: “What you want on the cake?”
Customer: “‘Best Wishes Suzanne’, and underneath that, ‘We will miss you.'”


I’m blogging at the CHICAS site today. :waving:

Category: Adventures in La-La Land...,Chicas — Raine @ 1:39 am ·   Comments (18)


I found this photo and article on The Times Online, and couldn’t resist it—and no, I’m not making it up!

“NASA scientists have been puzzled by the peculiarly life-like image which has been beamed back to earth by one of their two robot rovers that are currently trundling about the surface of the red planet, on the hunt for clues of life on Mars.”

Is this cool, or what? :grin:

Meanwhile, I’m slinging smut at the CHICAS site today. :yesyesyes:

Category: Adventures in La-La Land...,Chicas — Raine @ 2:30 am ·   Comments (14)

Well blow me down.

Some authors are actually PAYING people to blog-hop and chat up their books??!! :shock:

Is it me, or does it seem like the actual writing is becoming less and less important in the process? :neutral:

Category: Adventures in La-La Land... — Raine @ 1:11 am ·   Comments (22)

I was fascinated to learn that the Iraqi parliament intends to take a two-month vacation this summer.
They say they need a break from the heat.
:shock: :shock: :shock:

Lemme repeat that once more, for emphasis:
The Iraqi parliament intends to take a two-month vacation this summer.

When confronted by U.S. criticism of their plan, Deputy Prime Minister Barham Saleh said “Iraqi leaders will do things their way and don’t ‘take kindly of (U.S. officials) telling us when to recess.'”

I think I’ll just leave that one lying there, just as it is. ‘Nuff said.

Category: Adventures in La-La Land... — Raine @ 1:31 am ·   Comments (6)

(From an actual conversation at work, I swear…only the names have been omitted to protect the insane…) :razz:

A thirty-eight year old mother of three stood in the midst of our small circle, aggressively voicing her opinion about one of our local sports stars, a young man of twenty-two.

“I don’t think he’s doing a very good job of handling this celebrity thing,” she said, pointing an accusing finger. “Other young men look up to him. He should be a roll model for them, set a good example. But no–he’s out there buying all these fancy cars and houses, partying with the big names…I’m telling you this: If I were his mother, I’d have him investing all those millions wisely. Building up his portfolio. Looking out for his future, and that of his children. And I know he does some charity work, but he should give more to the neighborhoods, take boys under his wing and help them better themselves. Shame on him.”

A voice from the outside circle chimed in. “And what would you tell your daughter if she were his girlfriend?”

“What would I say to her?” She planted her hand on her hip. “I’d say, ‘Girl, what in the world are you doing? You’ve been going out with this money-making man for six months now, and you’re not pregnant?? What’s the problem? Pills? You mean to tell me you’re using birth control?! Gimme those damn pills! What the hell is wrong with you?…'”

Category: Adventures in La-La Land... — Raine @ 3:04 am ·   Comments (6)

One day a few weeks back, a small group of us were on break at work, hanging out on the handicapped ramp, enjoying the clear night sky.
(Okay, I was copping a smoke. Yes, I indulge in The Evil Weed, but I’m working on it…). :roll:

In the course of the break, we watched two young men leave the building by the handicapped exit. They wore the mandatory doo-rags, spoke into cell phones, and sported very low-slung baggy pants. They seemed to be in perfect health, and were holding their crotches as young men are wont to do.

And because I’ve nothing better to think about at work, for a few minutes it bothered me: why were these perfectly healthy YOUNG guys taking a longer, circular way around the building instead of the stairs on their way home?

The answer finally came to us. They weren’t holding their crotches. They were holding their PANTS up. And with one hand holding their jeans up, and the other using the cell phone, they were afraid that, if they took the jarring steps, their pants would fall down. :shock:

I felt much better once I realized they’d taken the right exit after all. :yesyesyes:

Category: Adventures in La-La Land... — Raine @ 2:37 am ·   Comments (4)
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