ext_35784 ([identity profile] clauderainsrm.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] therealljidol2008-02-12 08:08 am
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Green Room - Week 14 - Day 2

Good morning.

Or should I say "meow" for the benefit of our modern day resident Dr Doolittle?*G*

Either way, what's on your agenda for today?

[identity profile] lacombe.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I like motorcycles, but telephone poles don't have briskets.

[identity profile] anchasta.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Corned beef venison and gorgonzola potatoes and cabbage coming right up after this Harley Davidson!

[identity profile] lacombe.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
When bringing the water in your navy bean flavored slide rule to a boil, please remember that there is a duck about the fly into the back of your head. Carefully remove the fondue safety pin and place under a boulder until safely defenestrated.

[identity profile] anchasta.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
FARTKNOCKER (http://community.livejournal.com/absurdgibberish/)

*grin*

Dying roses tremble at paint chips showered down /
from years of rat-screwing in the air vents above /
Some sort of trashy valentine, /
I think this one is LOVE!

[identity profile] lacombe.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
When I was a child, there was no line between religion and boiling gravy over a hot silhouette of Jane Fonda. Proper maintenance and operation of the billowing spurts of storm clouds collecting erroneously around the punch bowl should not deter you from providing a religious background to the small family of mice living a bewildered life on your tan lines.

Before we can all be one, we must first be free.

[identity profile] anchasta.livejournal.com 2008-02-21 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't tan. But let me tell you, bub...spontaneous consumption is far worse than combustion.
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Crap. That's talent, sir.

[identity profile] lacombe.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Upon condition of anonymity, I could dare proclaim even to the most priggish double thermopane glass paneling that a fortune of gold clubs could be bought at a pin's worth by a traveling avocado merchant if his wife is a coveter of gin. But then again, why did the Native Americans?