Posted by LaDonna at 05:26 PM on 10/30/04 • Permalink •
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As seen in the MarcusLingl.net
forums:
10 Dog Peeves About Humans
- Blaming your farts on me... not funny... not funny at all!
- Yelling at me for barking.. I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG YOU IDIOT!
- Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this, anyway?
- Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose... stop it!
- Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home.
- The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! Woooohoooooooo! What a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
- Taking me to the vet for "the big snip," then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back!
- Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.
- Dog sweaters. Hello?? Haven't you noticed the fur?
- How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth: you're just jealous.
Posted by LaDonna at 07:49 AM on 09/13/04 • Permalink •
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Oh, before I forget--I wanted to post these links.
First, the Starbucks Doubleshot Survivor commercial (Marcus' new favorite commercial) linked on the
Starbucks website and at
Kontraband.com.
Glen! Glen, Glen, Glen!
Second, the
Foamy Rant about Starbuck's beverage sizes.
They're both pretty funny.
Posted by LaDonna at 08:32 PM on 07/31/04 • Permalink •
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A bear walks into a bar in Billings, Montana and sits down. He bangs on the bar with his paw and demands a beer.
The bartender approaches and says, "We don't serve beer to bears in bars in Billings."
The bear, becoming angry, demands again that he be served a beer.
The bartender tells him again, more forcefully, "We don't serve beer to belligerent bears in bars in Billings."
The bear, very angry now, says, "If you don't serve me a beer, I'm going to eat that lady sitting at the end of the bar."
The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve beer to belligerent, bully bears in bars in Billings"
The bear goes to the end of the bar, and, as promised, eats the woman. He comes back to his seat and again demands a beer.
The bartender states, "Sorry, we don't serve beer to belligerent, bully bears in bars in Billings who are on drugs."
The bear says, "I'm NOT on drugs."
The bartender says, "You are now. That was a barbitchyouate."
Posted by LaDonna at 12:40 PM on 07/22/04 • Permalink •
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I got this email yesterday—totally cracked me up!
LETTER FROM CAMP
For those who remember Allan Sherman's famous song "Hello Mother..."
Dear Mom & Dad,
Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on
TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags
got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on
the mountain looking for Adam when it happened.
Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write
because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps. It
was neat. We never would have found Adam in the dark if it hadn't been for
the lightning.
Scoutmaster Keith got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without telling
anyone. Adam said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably
didn't hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas will
blow up? The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did and also some of
our clothes. Mathew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Keith gets the bus fixed. It
wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left.
Scoutmaster Keith said that with a bus that old you have to expect something
to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance. We think it's a
neat bus. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he
lets us ride on the fenders. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made
for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrol
man stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Keith is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact,
he is teaching Jessie how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren't
any cops. All we ever see up there are logging trucks. This morning all of
the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the rapids.
Scoutmaster Keith wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Adam was afraid
he would sink because of his cast, -- it's concrete because we didn't have
any plaster --, so he let us take the canoe out. It was great. You can still
see some of the trees under the water from the flood.
Scoutmaster Keith isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get
mad about the missing life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on
the bus so we are trying not to caus him any trouble. Guess what? We have
all passed our first aid merit badges. When Andrew dived into the lake and
cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Steven and I threw up,
but Scoutmaster Keith said it probably was just food poisoning from the
leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in
prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster. He said he sure
figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.
I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters. Don't worry about anything. We are fine.
Love, Chris
« All Done!
Posted by LaDonna at 02:50 PM on 07/16/04 • Permalink •
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