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17 Thoughts on “Horses and Bourbon and…um…

  1. Oh Brad—you’ll always be Fab to me. 😉

  2. I just didn’t want either of you getting confused with all of the newfangled buttons and other doohickeys. :avi:

  3. *giggling*
    I trust you’ve had a Hot Brown as well……yummmmmm :robin:

  4. Avitable–Yes, but it requires a lot of physical movement. I need to take extra geritol to stay sharp.

    Special K–Hot Brown…is that the latino hooker down on Chestnut Street?

  5. You’re only like five hours away from me now, I’d drive that far for bourbon.

  6. We have to wait for a guest post in order to find out how you’re doing?!

    :fu:

  7. Wait you forgot the favorite football game accessory on a 90 degree day—a six month old baby!

  8. Amanda–Well get in your car, girl!

    Poppy–No…I have a cell phone, too, Dorkster 🙂

    Turnbaby–If I was a blogger, I’d write a post about that!

  9. I’m sure you can find a disco ball online!

  10. Oooh – when Amanda comes down, or up, or whatever, I will drive down, because you guys are like, 2 hours from me!
    Partay!

  11. I was going to leave a snarky comment…like “really, it takes a trip to Ireland to hear from you?!”
    Then quickly realised that you don’t know me from Adam (or Eve for that matter) since I’m mostly a reader (and occasional commenter) of this here blog.

    1. Yeay for Karaoke. In NYC there are plenty of venues for this, but too many Broadway-star wannabees.
    2. I will welcome anyone into my fold of soccer madness (hey, I’m Italian, I *have* to be a soccer fan)…even if it’s rooting for the ::cough:: brits.
    3. Weeeeee…I’m in awe and admiration for anyone who owns one. I’m waiting to move to a larger apartment so that I can actually play all dem games. If Kentucky weren’t that far, I’d invite myself over. I’d bring a disco ball, of course.

    :rock:

  12. I’m pretty sure they sell disco balls at Spencer’s. You have a Spencer’s in Fayette Mall…or at least that’s what the store locator says.

  13. What’s funny is that I know your dirty little secret. Robin’s NOT gone to Ireland; she’s NOT getting “guest posters” for 10 days; she’s NOT even married. She’s making up the guest posts as she goes along and getting a ton of attention for it.

    She even resurrected one of the most profane and attention-getting bloggers out there and barely pulled it off.

    If I didn’t know her better, she’d probably try to play off a post as if I wrote it.

  14. The spleen is in the upper left quadrant of the abdomen. Punching him there might actually compromise mortality because it’s composed of highly vascular reticular fibers that don’t lend easily to traditional sutures.

    In human terms, your friend could bleed to death internally if you punch him there. Go for the toes instead.

  15. You could move the pool table over to one end of the room and build a stage to fit over it. I actually saw this done once in a very small bar that was hosting a drag show.

  16. B–You’re right, you can get anything online!

    Sybil–If you are so close, why aren’t we already hanging out?

    Ro–You can still invite yourself over. We’ll make room for you.

    Jade–You want me to go to a MALL?

    Whall–“Resurrected”? Does that mean that I’m a zombie? That could hurt me…

    Melissa–How about the clavicle? Can I go for the clavicle?

    Pandora–I can’t hammer a nail straight, and you want me to build a stage?

  17. You can post here whenever you get the itch, but then I suggest you get a cream for that because it won’t go away and will only get worse.

    Someday I’m going to hitch to Kentucky, I just hope the twins can get me that far. I’ll gladly sing karaoke with you but I insist on a duet and about 7 cosmos before that, they have cosmos there.

    ps. Love you :kiss:

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