| Tuesday, December 07, 2004 |
| Of spacebitch and whorehouse |
Tater Tot-isms
Spacebitch=spaceship
whorehouse=Full House (ya know, the show with the Olson twins pre-eating disorder. TT's newly discovered favorite show on tv. Thank you ABC family channel.) Heeeeyyy, I think I just thought of the newest Mary Kate and Ashley movie!
Spacebitches in the Whorehouse! Huh?? Whaddya think?? :)
I am not getting a cold. I am not getting a cold. I am NOT getting a cold! Someone please get me the vitamin C!
So the old caddy died this week. That would be our cadillac. It's a 90 or 91. Yeah, I know. It has something close to 200,000 miles on it! It has been resuscitated. It now has a brand spanking shiny new battery. New brakes. I won't even tell you how close to grim death Bubba-ump came by driving that thing every day! Oh, and it also has new "hold-the-motor-in-thingies" as 4 of the 5, or however many there are, were broken and at any given moment, while I was having to drive it, the motor would have fallen through to the street and I would have been reduced to doing the Fred and Barney to get to work. My feet are already dry, scratchy and calloused enough, thank you. (yum, now isn't that a pretty picture for you all?!) Thank goodness the mini-van, cool vehicle that it is, complete with spongebob sun shade, is mine! :) (Wow, I am the queen of loooong sentences. I never claimed to be an english major. So sue me.)
That's all for now. Gotta go see who the biggest loser is. I would love to be on that show next time. Like I told somebody, I wouldn't be embarrassed for millions of strangers watching me. It's just that hand full of people I DO know. Weird. I think I will become a space bitch. On the moon I would weigh like, 10 pounds. Beam me up, Mary Kate!
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