Herb and Friends spill their guts... and you have to clean it up!
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MY WISH LIST
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Johnny Carson was a class act, no doubt about it. I loved most of the skits he would do and now I bring you a classic, one of many classics. Now, I respected President Ronald Reagan..., to me he was the Lone Ranger of the U.S. Presidents, someone with morals, had a great sense of humor, Strong Character and as I understand it, he loved some of those Tv Parodies (except the Saturday Night Live one and I don't blame him there). Johnny Carson was one of his favorites. Funny stuff
Heeeeeeres..., Johnny! as President Ronald Regan - and - Willie Nelson
CANNED SPAM BELIEVERS! and UnBelievers..., here is a Spam Recipe that was given to me by a bonefide Chef. And I have to tell you - its major good eatin'! and simple!
2 eggs, beaten 20 soda crackers, crushed 2 cups milk 1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese, divided
DIRECTIONS Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). In a 9x13 inch baking dish combine the meat, eggs, cracker crumbs, milk and 3/4 cup of the cheese. Mix well. Sprinkle remaining 1/4 cup cheese on top. Bake uncovered in the preheated oven for 1 hour. Let cool and serve.
PS - If the eggs give you any problem after you beat them - kick the suckers.
Okay - its that time of year again when all the LOSERS vie for Champion of the Air Guitar title. Now, I don't know of too many people who have not imbibed of the Air Gutarism, just horsing around - but jeesh. A major competition of it? I watched a few videos of these international competitions - and I am unimpressed. It seems most of them forget they are supposed to be playing an air guitar and just dance, swing, jump, crump and lump all over the stage - with occasional reminders that maybe they do have an imaginary air guitar in hand.
Sorry - but I wont waste good money attending a convention of losers. It takes one to know one? Yeah - whatever. I'm just saying the whole thing looks idiotic. Then thats just me and my opinion. I am pretty sure I do not possess any great power to persuade people my way of thinking - and I really don't want that responsibility. If you like these things, mo powuh to ya - but that doesn't change my opinion, one bit.
And by the way - if it weren't for my back and my gimpy knee - I WOULD SOOOO RULE THAT STAGE! YEAH BAY-BAY! I am confidant I could show them clowns how REAL "air guitar" is played. But I guess I could assume role of trainer - Dave Miagi, sinsay of the Air Guitar Arts. I would just have to find "The One" next great Air Guitar Master, and train him or her to perfection. We could split the $2 grand prize and retire for the rest of my life. My Air-Guitarist Stage Name? "THE DAVEMASTER" - I so blipping Wock! **picks up trusty old air guitar from a case what hasn't been opened since the 70s, blows off the dust and strums a chord**
EXAMPLE OF JUST ONE 2007 CONTESTANT Is it me or does this suck bricks?
The creatures were all over the back porch last night. It seems the rain drives them from every outer surface of the house. Rather than salt the slugs and create a horrible slimy mess - Urethra! I had an Einstein moment! I got a fly swat (from my Great White Fly Hunter days) ..., and scooped them one by one, flinging them off the fly swat into the yard. But one - a wily one, a sinister slug.., hung on just long enough - for the swatter end to flex backward - the force I used, sent the slug barreling back - it seemed that split second became an eternity as the slug from hell came closer and closer, with no time to react. SPLAT! The sucker stuck on my forehead!!!!!!!!!
That's science at work folks E=MC .., ? or actually its more like.., for ever action there is an equal but opposite snail on your face.
I did my Indian Dance, screaming "Oh God noooo! Oh God noooo! Ewwwwwwww!!!!" yes, thats right! Exclamation Mark City, baby!!!! Oh the horror! I grabbed the vile slimy creature with my one hand that wasn't flinging wildly about and tossed it manually into the darkness. Needless to say, if anyone had been between me and the bathroom at that moment, would have resulted in Hit & Run charges. I scrubbed my forehead like the wind! Using the antibacterial soap - I scrubbed for thirty minutes, until I felt the squeamishness pass.
Maybe its Karma paying me back for certain comments I made a month or two ago. I dunno. Karma can be efficious at times.
Imagine you are about to take a nap. You lay down in bed, on your back. Oh man! It feels so good. The soft bed seems to embrace you. You then feel a kind of itch under your back,.., it passes as you relax. Suddenly - that itch comes back but this time it feels cold, slithery ..., ITS MOVING!
You jump up to find something like THIS in your bed - only its black!!!! (nothing racist intended toward centipedes of all colors and genders)
I don't care that it may not be poisonous, or poisonous. I killed the sucker just because it was in my bed and on me.
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