YSaC, Vol. 1660: Enjoy the sauce!
I am smile…to one side of the face to the other side of mine’s face – m4w (Musik’s Saloon)
This day on before of today I am at Musiks Saloon enjoying the organics vodka. I see yours gleaming nose from a long far aways the distance. It makes such tremendous large in my emotions feeling.
When I am not in spare perhaps times, I am knitting sausage with Uncle-Cousin, usually?
I want to stand next with you on Musiks Saloon listening and want cheers for beer moment. Maybe I am the lucky one to receive numerals to send the electric-sentence on yours TeleDroid? If only the favor of fairy dustings….I must pick up general medicines at Wal-Market now, and librarian is not so pleasant on me for makeing sour kraut sundae at internet machines.
CHEERS!
- Location: Musik’s Saloon
I am for having challenge today. Today for challenge all for commenting can be lucky to post like this? Must find all comments for Uncle-Cousin in style with posting! It is so much *squishy* to *smell* you! *Campers* are the best! I have *anticipation* and then what?
CHEERS!
(Thanks, Prunella!)
Spambot reverse Cyrano de Bergerac having be moment connection missed?
This. Explains. Sooo. Much.
Little known fact, “organic vodka” actually made from the pickled organs of alcoholic Russians.
This, too, explains sooooooooo much.
Actually, this explains toooooooooooo much.
Soylent vodka proizvoditsya iz lyudey ?
(In Hungarian: Soylent goromba-goromba rossz alkatrész??)
“I will not buy this record; it is scratched.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I will not buy this record; it is scratched.”
“Uh, no, no, no. This is Musiks Saloon.”
“Ah. I will not buy this organics vodka; it is scratched.”
My nipples explode with delight!
“Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait until lunchtime!”
Ow! My eye… and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…no, no, no…my other eye is just fine, it was looking the other way.
Whoa whoa whoa!!! Hold it right there sparky! I. Dont. Wanna. Know.
I didn’t know Starfire had a Craigslist account.
Ego boost! Apparently, I’m *just* young enough to get that reference. Hooray for younger siblings’ cartoons!
Oh no, now I hear it all in her voice.
When I first read it I heard it in the voice of the blonde guy from Metalocalypse.
New from Madlibs: Madlibs Personals!
I saw your ___ (body part)___ from across the ___(place)___ and thought to myself “___(adverb )___”.
How many times have I wished “If only the favor of fairy dustings….” If only, Sparkii, if only. So I am reduced to making sour kraut sundae. Such is the world.
Then you woulds be flying to NeverNeverLand with Peter of Pan?
Cheers for Beers is the name of my drunken frat boy Tears for Fears cover band.
Knitted sausage is my latest Regretsy project. If I can just figure out how to get the juices to explode properly when you cut it…
I’m actually too afraid to search Etsy for “knitted sausage” because I’m sure I’d find something that required brain bleach. The 3 days I was stuck inside due to that freak ice storm last week has used up my supply.
It’s probably just kid’s play food, but better safe than sorry. We’ve all seen the elephant underwear.
Ow! My eye… and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…and my other eye…no, no, no…my other eye is just fine, it was looking the other way.
MissMommy, I suppose your next project is going to be knitted grapefruit.
I miss Regretsy. Someone started a tumblr blog to carry on the spirit of it, but it lacks the wicked comment section. http://missingregretsy.tumblr.com/
It is no longer?!? Me haz a sad. And some wine.
Yeah, Regretsy was shut down last year and deleted completely off the internet. Typing in the address takes you to April’s personal blog. 🙁
Uncle – Cousin is the new Duck Dynasty spin-off show coming this fall to A &E.
I guess this is why I never have any luck with the ladies…I just don’t have the gift of writing a romantical, poetical, organical singles posting….
By the way….Luck With the Ladies is my Cheers for Beers cover band….you CAN do a cover band cover band..can’t you?????
Have you tried offering to buy them an organic vodka, preferably artisanal and locavore?
I thought drinking champagne from a lady’s slipper was weird. Now someone wants to drink vodka from somebody’s organ? Well I say, “Not even from a cursed piccolo.”
I tried a sauerkraut sundae when I visited Germany, and it was actually pretty good. Of course, over there they call it an “eismitsauerkrautundschokoladenkaramel”.
[genealogy aside; sorry cannot quite get this into spambot argot]
Uhm, “Uncle-cousin” may not be possible.
Sire + Dam = sibling
Brother of Sire or Dam = Uncle
Child of Uncle = Cousin.
Dam + Uncle = half-sibling, not cousin.
Dam + Sire = Sibling, not cousin.
Ok, this presumes sexual reproduction, rather than cloning or mitosis or the like.
The diagramaticals get weird if we presume this.
Sire + Dam = sibling; Sire + Dam(c) ≈ cousin?
Ok, if you clone your own offspring, are they siblings or cousins?
My head now hurts and I wish to poke a long nose into vohdkas, organics or inorganics . . . perhaps a semi-pleasant librarian . . .
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Yeeeeaaaah, I was more going for the skeevy redneck aspect of things, like my aunt married my cousin. Tonight on Uncle – Cousin: Billy Bob makes possum stew and them fellas from the state try to visit, again!
Well, when I was growing up, I had an uncle that was 0ne and a half years younger than me. He is now my brother. My Ex-brother-in-law is now my nephew. His children are now his half siblings. My nephew has an uncle who is a zomb.
Does any of this work?
Here’s your contract! Sign here, here, here, and here.
Challenge accepted.
Sparky has a mom (SM) and a dad (SD).
SM has a sister, who is also Sparky’s aunt (SA).
SD’s dad (Sparky’s grandfather, SG) has a brother, being sparky’s great-uncle (SGA).
A descendant of SGA is Sparky’s 1st cousin once removed (1C1R).
1C1R marries SA. They are not blood relations at all, so while there is social stigma there is no biological conflict.
1C1r, as SGA’s son, is Sparky’s cousin by blood. 1C1R, as SA’s spouse, is Sparky’s uncle by marriage. Thus, uncle-cousin.
Having typed this, I have to go wash my hands now. I think Jeff Foxworthy has a you-might-be-a-redneck-if bit about looking for dates at a family reunion, as the above would be the likely result.
I’m not looking for dates, I’m looking for the prunes. (now someone will write a joke about dating old prunes)
I’m telling the Golden Girls you said that!
Hilarious aside – I just saw a comedian two thetop the joke that Sex &the City was just the prequel Golden Girls. So true, so true.
Or the one about if your family tree doesn’t fork.
Or if it’s shaped like a candy cane.
I think I’ve heard something like that before.
“Unpleasant Librarian”–Tears For Fears or Rage Against the Machine cover band?
“Sourkraut Sundae” clearly a Tokio Hotel cover band.
Gleaming Nose From a Distance is Raymond Luxury-Yacht’s nom de plume
More organic vodkha pleases.
Some enchanted evening
You may see a nose
You may see it gleaming
Across a crowded room,
And somehow you know,
You know with a charge
That somehow your emotions will feel
Tremendous large.
Some enchanted evening
With organics vodka,
You may drink the vodka
At the Musiks Saloon.
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of sausage knitting
Will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it?
Who can work it out?
I’ve got to make a sundae
Out of sauerkraut!
Some enchanted evening
I’ll have fairy dustings,
Standing next with you on
The Musiks Saloon,
Then send the electric sentence,
On your TeleDroid
Or all through my life I
May be quite annoyed.
Once you have read this,
Smile to one side of your face.
Once you have read this,
Smile to the other side of your face!
A doors!!
I stand sweating in the sunlight, in the lot of cars parking, to meet my pharmacist. Uncle-Cousin helps me cheer for general medicines.
This is not the TeleDroid you are looking for.
General Medicines in spare perhaps promote Sparky to Major Disaster and reassign. Organics vodka and fairy dustings with knitted sausage am makes Uncle-Cousin such tremendous large in not so pleasant. Better long far aways the distance.
Then now you listen! I am here, merchant of badges, only sometimes with fury, but once I had fury at all times. I drizzled rage dressing on the country next door. Rage dressing on a salad of evil! And then the bad men came. Red and green bad men. I had the punishment. Bad punishment with hammers and jumping on my head and the overheat of my ship. I have a little fury even with my remembering… Red! And green! A pair of jumping hammers in red and green who are looking just like you!
I HAVE FURY!
Those brothers of badness! My brain aches at their overalls! I have fury and headache now! Fawful would be here, reigning over all and laughing at you! … But no.
SO MUCH FURY!
Stupid moustaches! Hairs like the dirty tail of a horse in a barn built by a farmer who is crazy!
… I have calm.
I am waiting like an elevator. I have the commerce. I run Fawful’s Bean ‘n’ Badge, but… The day comes soon when Fawful rises again, and then no baby’s candy has safety! I am counting chickens before they are even eggs, before the chickens are even chickens!
I WILL! HAVE! FURY!
I LAUGH AT DEFEAT!
I FIGHT WITH RAGE!
I HURT YOUR FACES!
Wow, I thought I was the only one who had played that game!
I sending this electric sentence from here… there to you on interweb machine. When I am not in spare perhaps times, I am knitting fly sweaters with Silky (see Starfire comment above for reference), usually? I want to stand next with you on fence and yell at house, “What are give you right?”
Signed, signed everywhere is signed,
Hippy-Uncle-Cousin
Damned signs, blockin’ out the scenery!
Well, sparky spam bot already broke my mind.
“Signs, signs, everywhere are signs…”
[middleage earworm strikes again]
Fly-sweater-knitting brings bigness of enjoyment! I am recommending it to all with serious face.
*squints*
Umm, I don’t think that’s a nose. Now I want to leave this knitted sausagefest.
Oh yes, it is.
See he’s CB and she’s Roxanne.
I took this to Google Translate and ran it through Maori > Danish > Zulu > Basque > Malay > Tagalog > Yoruba > French > English, and I think I may have cracked the code.
P.S. I blame Ralph.
Thank yeh..you’ve been hepfuh.
Er, my Spambot phrasebook renders:
“Glorrius bing helpful is exaltation of verb in praise of a men at work subaru icarus earwig parsnip muchly Regie Perrin kulturesmog dewdrop.”
But, those do not seem to be the ‘droids I was looking for. Move along, move along.
I translated it through a nice Sauvignon Blanc and all I got was Loon. Fitting.
What a loon
Ralph, what did you do to upset Archie and Silva?
If your nose can be described as “gleaming”, you probably need to wipe it with a Kleenex brand facial tissue.
Is that what they’re calling it these days?
To man from Musiks Saloon: I am being woman with nose of gleaming. I am embarrassing that you are telling my nose is shining. All other women are laughing and calling names. I have not a liking for you. You & vodka of organic Russian can make kissy lips to be squishy on of my big behind!
LOL Kati, youse funny kat, even with a gleaming nose.