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Monday, 18 October 2004
The Exquisite Art of Maladroitness
Mood:  lyrical
Now Playing: Coil-The Wheel
Topic: High Fact Content

I grow so weary of the sound of screams.

Here is something that is sure to grate one's nerves, assuming most of you know this song;
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it were Sunday
Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday.

I absolutely hate that song, everything about it. It really should have done the Bangles in, or did it?

That should set you off in the right sort of Monday mood, at least it wasn't that stupid ass song by Katrina
and the Waves, oh you know the one... I shant ruin everything for you. But that should stick to your insides
like oatmeal!

? When you cry, your nose runs because the tears drain into little holes in the side of your nose. When you cry really hard, the tears gush out of your nose & eyes. ?

Wacky Word Wisdom

  • BLATHERSKITE, [Scot. 1643] n. - A noisy talker of blatant rubbish; foolish talk or nonsense.
  • DAFT-DAYS, [Scot. 1800's] n. - The days of mirth and amusement at Christmas.
  • CONTUMELY, [Old Fr] adj. - Insolent or insulting language or treatment.
  • GURNING, [Brit. 1200's] v. - The pulling of grotesque faces.
  • HUMDUDGEON [Brit. 1700's] n. - An imaginary illness.
How about just plain cool facts? I will try to keep the gross factor down today, since I may have screwed up everything with the song up there ^^^.

  • During the 1700s and early 1800s, there were so many lobsters along the coast of New England that one could walk down the beach and pick
    them up off the sand. Lobsters were so abundant that native Americans used them as fertilizer, and colonists thought of them as food for poor
    people. Servants complained when they were forced to eat lobster more than three times in a week.
  • Not only are apple seeds poisonous, so are the bark & leaves. They contain a cyanide-producing compound called amygdalin. They
    are also part of the rose family.
  • It's illegal in Alabama to wear a fake mustache that causes laughter in church.
  • The mask used by Michael Myers in the original 'Halloween' was actually a Captain Kirk mask painted white.
Wow... the end of the entry already? Man, it seems a little shorter than usual. Hmmmm.... I guess I have full control over where this ends... So, let me
dig a bit more and see what I come up with...

? Hydrochloric acid in your stomach is so strong that it could eat up stainless steel razor blades. ?

Yep, that's all I have to offer. Them's partin' words. Good day, then. Tut tut... go on, leave no frown unturned.

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Monday, October 18, 2004 12:29 PM CDT
Name: jfkhaos
E-Mail: theghostofjfkhaos@hotmail.com

Like the picture, hate the songs you are singing....you should whistle while you work, Gloria.

-Macrae is an expert in the art of gurning, shah!
-Christonaspike is blatherskite.
-Taquito contumely spoke with my child today and got his a** kicked (just kidding, although a good sentence!)
-I love to spend the daft-days with punksoup.
-My mother-in-law has a humdudgeon.

Taquito, will you try the experiment at the end of the blog and post your results?

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Monday, October 18, 2004 7:32 PM CDT
Name: christonaspike
E-Mail: torirocks@msn.com

I, Jack, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing.
I'm a master of fright, and a demond of light, and I'll scare you right out of your pants...... And since I am dead,
I can take off my head to resite Shakespearian quotation.

OK, enough of that!
I believe I am being much of a blatherskite with my contumely tongue as of now
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Monday, October 18, 2004 10:25 PM CDT
Name: taquito
E-Mail:
taquito3217@sbcglobal.net

good blog and its kind of ironic because now it's like fancy to eat lobster and if apple seeds are poisinous then y
aren't apples?
-the mexican-

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punksoups answers a question!

Moses, I have no answer for that. Perhaps there IS a trace amount of cyanide in apples. I will research this...

I have only found this: The pulp of the fruits themselves is safe. Greatest concentration of the toxin occurs
in vigorous growth shoots, seeds & wilted leaves.

Posted by punksoup at 7:15 AM CDT
Updated: Tuesday, 19 October 2004 8:56 AM CDT

Monday, 18 October 2004 - 7:32 PM CDT

Name: Christonaspike
Home Page: http://groups.msn.com/TheNeedleInMyEye

I, Jack, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing.
I'm a master of fright, and a demond of light, and I'll scare you right out of your pants...... And since I am dead, I can take off my head to resite Shakespearian quotation.

OK, enough of that!
I believe I am being much of a blatherskite with my contumely tongue as of now.

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