I saw this tweet today, and I thought for sure that what it would say—clicking on the ellipses at the end of the unfinished sentence—would be, “…not wearing any underwear.” What do you think it’ll say?
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26136 Got a skirt from Ebay today delivered to my work. Couldn’t resist wearing it… Pity i can’t go outside in it due to the fact I am … |
Go ahead, click on the ellipses to see if you’re right.
Once again, the university was on a Weather Advisory plan today—opening at noon. I was up at 7:30, and went ahead and caught the 8:30 city bus in, since the roads looked pretty good around me, and I knew I wasn’t driving anyway. It was an uneventful trip in.
In fact, overall today, work was uneventful, but productive.
Being a lover of all things language, I absolutely adore this (true, short) story pointed to on Twitter by a guy I met at the recent Triangle Tweetup. His name is Bill Cummings, and he’s @billkcummings on Twitter.
This is my new BWF (best website forever). It’s called: This is Why You’re Fat: Where Dreams Become Heart Attacks. I absolutely love that subtitle.
It includes such delectables as: Deep-fried Moon Pie on a Stick, Friders (Deep-fried White Castle Cheeseburgers), Hamburger Crust Pizza, and this most delicious looking Sandwich Cake:
a whole loaf white bread surrounded by four packages of strawberry cream cheese.
And this one, the McGangBang, billed as:
Which reminds me of what Joan Rivers said about Liz Taylor when she was at her heaviest, “Yeah, they asked Liz what she wanted on her hamburger, and she said, ‘A hot dog.'”
Click here to see more of the totally obscene food on that website.
Two things regarding my special wiener grillers included in yesterday’s posting:
- Someone on Twitter asked me where I’d gotten them, “They would make a great gift for someone I know,” she said. Note: I don’t actually own those. Someone pointed me to that pic on the Internet, some time last year, I believe. I just use it for a laugh when apropos.
- A friend on Facebook commented about it, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cooking-related that is as scandalous as your wiener grillers,” to which I replied, “What’s even just a tad bit more scandalous is seeing Ballpark franks on them. After all, ‘they plump when you cook ’em.'”