Teh Squeaky Wheel
"I see another “bombshell” “game-changer” “pivotal moment” “changes everything” “Trump is done” moment has occurred courtesy of John Bolton. Odd, the timing of this, but there you go."
Another year on the way out…and no President Hillary, which right there made 2017 a much better year than it would otherwise have been.
Cheers for the Harper / David update; sure do miss the two of them ’round here (along with several others).
Hope your float’s looking good (in your estimation).
I’m just gonna leave it right there for now; BBL.
Fatwa and I both have the Hellcoldflu. Pretty sure we’re just going to lay around like great, groaning, amorphous blobs of aggregated virii, with the occasional excited squeak when we encounter some new fever-induced mutation.
But enough about us, how’s your New Year’s Eve lookin’?
Live feed from one of teh CasaK security cams:
Ok, sweetie-nuggums, that’s quite disgusting. Bravo!
Thank you, sweetheart!
(You are my biggest cheerleader; muwaaaah!)
Is that running down your upper lip? Doesn’t look red enough.
Teh area under the nose should be glowing in the dark by now.
So sorry you are infested and infected with deh pestilence. Please get better.
Cheers for your good wishes; I only regret we’re feeling too lousy to go downtown tonight to enter the “Patient Zero Couple Of The Year” competition.
We’re hoping to have regrown bones by the time I have to go back to work on Tuesday. Noting that the apparent goal at my place of work is to kill all the IT personnel (to test tolerance limits) and then go out and hire people that they like, I can’t help but feel that I’m doing a stellar job for my company.
OTOH, we have primo meds and may yet survive this. The Company will be so disappointed with me.
But it might benefit you, personally. Remember…
“To the vector go the spoils.”
That reminds me…do you know where I put my good scythe?
In the garage, right next to the Rake of Doom. (You may need to resharpen it a bit.)
Thank you, me darlin’.
Whatever would I do without you?
Happy New Year’s Eve! Sounds like fun times at the Arbuckle household -- sorry guys -- hope you both get to feeling better soon.
[snorgle] thanks! [hack*cough*]
(And hai, Mr. Wadministrator; very festive background!)
We blame teh children for our illness. Nonetheless, we’re having a blast (of phlegm) here. Because we’re together, it’s snot so bad.
Is that running down your upper lip?
It’s actually trying to flee in terror from the Brobdingnagian shadow caused by my proboscis, which blots out the sun. 😉
Happy New Year’s Eve, Gerbil Nation!
Good (morning, afternoon, evening, I’m not sure what day it is, let alone time) Brenda!, Fatwa, Mac!, Sven, and Mr. Wadministrator!
Teh Older, Teh Younger, and I (Mrs. Paddy is under the weather) left the float at 5 am this morning (was it only this morning?), drove the hour home, and headed to bed. I’ve been up and puttering around for about an hour now, trying to catch up on the GN, etc.
Brenda -- I’m sorry Fatwa gave you teh HellColdFlu (we all know you would only give Fatwa good things).
Mac -- thanks for the update on Teh Plague Fairy and DV8. I think of them often.
Y’all had some good comments on the Jeff G. situation, yesterday.
I’m going to try embedding a video -- I don’t know if it will work.
If it does, there’s a brief glimpse of someone at about 1:29
Good looking feller at that mark and a talking role as well!
I was moving elements of the float from where Teh Younger was fixing them to a safe spot to let them dry. There were corporate guests everywhere and I was trying to make my way through the throng when this woman says “Stop right there!”, puts a microphone in my face and starts peppering me with questions. I guess the rest of my comments weren’t worthy of broadcast.
BTW, I normally assiduously avoid those people, but got ambushed this time. I need to work on the situational awareness.
Paddy O’MediaWhore! 😉
(I suspect the rest of your comments were far too erudite for the audience, which is why they were left on the virtual cutting room floor.)
“Hey, Mike…is ‘calyx’ a dirty word?”
“Just leave it, Barbara; we’re going live in 45 seconds.”
They didn’t like my first comments, either.
Pushy Broad: What’s that you’re holding?
Me: I have no idea. [looks down at object in hands] It’s a morning glory.
Sounds like sexual harassment to me. Pushy broad.
Doing household chores and have the Raider-Charger game on in the background. For the first time in my life, I’m rooting against the Raiders. F*ck ’em and Marshawn Lynch.
For Christmas for Mrs Sven, I bought her a copy of AoS’s Deplorables cookbook. Leafing through it, I’ve found that morons have an inordinate fondness for Velveeta “cheese.”
And the Raiders fire head coach Jack Del Rio and once again go back to their comfort zone: the infamous rebuilding season.
The rumor is that Chucky may be coming back.
Happy New Year from CasaK (UTC-5 hrs), Wheelizens!
May 2018 be a better year for all of us.
And now for a long winter’s nap. 😉