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Have you seen Austin Powers? That's where the Margaret Thatcher reference comes from.

How did we go from nurse outfits to underwear? Have you been talking to my husband?

You should get the video of the school girl Sat Nite Live lady though…

Maybe I will. Actually, I should memorize some movie monologues, for the sake of authenticity...

Austin was trying to keep from getting er..aroused (asking for trouble in bringing that up ---oh no--another double entendre--gah!) so he kept trying to visualize _Margaret Thatcher on a cold day_.

Maybe I should compare harmless fetishes with your hub, hm?

Don't go giving him any ideas......

But I promised I wouldnt pry in your laundry…. didnt I?

Yes, and my garage doors.

I cant believe you are dragging THAT one back into the daylight for closer scrutiny SQT… now I KNOW you are truly bad.

You said it first. (That argument ranks right up there with "I know you are but what am I?")

You have come SUCH a long way! The last time I said that, you LEFT! I felt terrible and misunderstood and awful. Now YOU are bringing it up? Talk about raising the bar…

I left? Sorry if I made you feel bad, it wasn't my intention (thought I was a bit shocked you said that, but not offended)

It killed me how we had four people just throwing out all kinds of lewd comments around at the same time, and then mine just got completely isolated and hung out to dry, at the end. Everybody just bolted and I am left with MY lewd comment just sitting there for inspection (for 24 hours no less!)

You need to get threadmaster powers, it's good to be able to go back and self edit. Though you can only edit on the thread you create.

The humiliation. The shame. The horror!

Yours might have been the last comment, but we all had posts just sitting there waiting for the light of day. I tell you, "bloggers remorse" is going to have it's own twelve step program before you know it.

So, have you NEEDED to censor er “edit” yourself lately?

Er.....um...No?

you have probably combed the Huh? thread gleaning out everything that would show how depraved you are, and leaving me looking even worse than I have already been

You know, you can always claim the threadmaster edited your posts to make them worse than they really were. (Peter P "owns" this thread btw.. so I can't be "guilty as charged.")

What was it you did last night– you left something hanging when you chose just the right moment to say: …”will you look at the time!”

Ah, you caught that.

Actually, since I have to get up and take my daughter to school early tomorrow, I should call it quits for the night. Besides, shouldn't we quit while we're not leaving depraved posts?

Just to prove we can?

Oh, and NOW you bring up the underwear thing.... talk about timing.

Yeah... would you look at the time??

_YAWN_

See you tomorrow Jack. ;)

Holy crossed wires Batman! Night Jack.

Okay, I have NO willpower. Nothing like Jack and his can opener: crank, crank, crank, slowly around the can (I can't get that image out of my head--somebody help me!). I just read the past 500 or so posts. I apologize for my untimely departure, and I won't let it happen again! No, I was not off on some fun and exciting weekend adventure, unless going to Rancho Cucamonga to look for a new computer qualifies.

Last week was a downhill slide for a multitude of reasons, all work-related and all completely boring (no, I'm not behind on any contract deadlines). By the end of the week I was in a depressive funk and feeling a wee bit responsible for all the world's problems. But how could I forsake the Huh thread? What was I thinking? Clearly it was just my funk talking. I won't get my priorities screwed up again.

(Only behind on self-imposed deadlines, and those are the bitches. No willpower, remember?)

"Now, shut up and get the canopener!"

Eewww. We are so not going down that "dark road." :-P

Okay, okay, where IS SQT, anyway?

And where is Mr. Fuchs???

I just added to the conversation next thread up with Jeff and his Minnesota rules rant. Now I've got the Beverly Hillbillies song stuck in my head. Damn it. Must go cook dinner now.

Hi Jamie

Glad to see you back. Sorry I couldn't check in earlier today, I had appointments and other such nonsense that kept me away from the truly important thing in life-- the blog!

Jack

I wasn't trying to contradict you on the other thread. In fact, I just posted to say I liked CA, I'm just tired of the pretentiousness the housing boom has brought to my area. I have no desire to live in Minnesota, that's for sure.

A joke....
A guy moves to Seattle. It rains the day he moves in and every day for the next two weeks.
He see's a neighbor kid outside his window and shouts down to him, "Hey kid, does it ever stop raining here?"
The kid looks up and him and says "How should I know, I've only been here six years."

Its OK…. I KNOW you are out to get me now. Ever since the….. “incident”.

Huh?

I guess the planets are not in alignment tonight. Or maybe I should say all us wing-nuts are not in alignment.......

I know I know... Huh?

Anyway, I just can't stay up late AGAIN! All these late nights are killing me. So Jack, I'll have to catch you tomorrow and hopefully Jamie can pitch in and we'll get this sucker up to 1000 posts.

Jamie and SQT are both going to receive “shed time” for not contributing last night also…

Huh?

"Arent you all impressed? I remembered the whole ending!"

Extremely impressed.

"Does everybody remember the whole ending? Or am I showing my age?"

You are showing your age. ;-) I didn't remember any of that!

"You guys must have seen all re runs. There are far too many 28 year olds on this blog. EVERYBODY is %#@KING 28!"

I'm 31, actually. I guess we're just the age group most likely to be shut out of the housing market right now and pissed off about it.

I tried to post last night but my internet connection temporarily died after I composed my message, and so I decided it was an omen and went to bed.

"Good morning thread that is not dead."

Hey, it's Dr. Seuss! He's alive after all! Oh...no, wait, it's just newsfreak. Good impersonation.

"Jamie and SQT are both going to receive “shed time” for not contributing last night also…"

Shed time? Is this some seedy unspoken secret about The Beverly Hillbillies?

Huh-huh. The newest thread is called "Inflation or Deflation." Huh-huh. They said "inflation."

You're scaring me, Jack...

No one is supposed to be younger than me. Didn't they get the memo?

"I can do “small work” in the shed. (so to speak)"

Wee little minimalist paintings for the well-appointed doll house?

"The shed is my reasonable facimile of an art studio."

Why don't you call it your studio? Or is that too affected for you? Shed just has a kind of Deliverance vibe about it.

"I got a “C” in that class. The only “C” I ever got in College. Ruined my chance to graduate Magna Cum Lowd. (3.49 GPA, just missed!) Just because of that guy!"

You should have protested, argued about how you put your entire self into that ball of light and you did some of the most important work of your life in that class and blah blah. I had one instructor do that to me as well, nearly ruining my chances of graduating with honors, so I argued him back up to an A. He was truly wrong--I deserved an A! That's the only time I ever argued about a grade.

"Magna Cum Lowd"

I hope you weren't trying to bait me here. It's not going to work!

I have always wanted one of those, actually. I did some of that at SF State in the mid 70’s when I took a class called “The Psychology of Consciousness” LOL

We did a lot of laying out on the grass and listening to the guy tell us to “feel the warm ball of light move up through our bodies” I’m SERIOUS!

Don't comment Senor-X, just walk away, too easy, must refrain.

"Honestly, only GOOD vibes come out of (or go into ) the “Shed”."

I really don't want to know what happens in your shed!

"Don’t comment Senor-X, just walk away, too easy, must refrain."

Oh come on, this is not the place for restraint! At least not *that* kind of restraint.