Tuesday, January 08, 2008

She totally believed that I didn't know who the Wiggles were!

My friend Wendy and I are so in love with our own musings that we decided to share them! On a blog! No, for truly! http://alisonandwendy.tumblr.com/

Now, some background: Wendy and I went to college together. We were both English majors. We had a friend who we called the MPG, or Modern Poetry Gestapo, because he got very upset with me one day when I didn't finish all the reading. While in college Wendy did improv and hated scatological humor. I had a pet rabbit and liked scatological humor. Also, I had a lot of candles. Now Wendy lives on the West Coast with her husband. They both write for TV and perform. I live on the East Coast and make homemade krullers.*

*oh, like there are any other kind of krullers

p.s. I don't make krullers.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Quote of the day for JAN/7:


" Senator Dodd is Senator DOO DOO !!!"



----Mike Huckabee's Bass (IT REALLY CAN TALK)

Ted from Accounting said...

Wendy: "And they'd be on the road a lot so I could stay home and fuck bananas while my husband played the Xbox"

LMFAO - Now this is going to be fun to follow! First you added games and now this...your blog is becoming more interactive than The Sims - Party Edition.

Wendy Molyneux = teh funny

Anonymous said...

That was an interesting conversation you had there. I felt so voyeuristic. And why have krullers when you can just go buy a Hostess cupcake or whatever? I should get paid for mentioning Hostess. You know when you say the word Hostess a few times, it starts sounding very strange in your head. At least in my pea brain anyway. Speaking of peas, I should make some tonight for dinner. Oh, I'm sorry, I seemed to have strayed there for a minutes. Focus Michael, focus. I must admit I was a little bit in awe that you didn't know the wiggles. Aren't those the ones where the purple one is allegedly gay and has some sort of gay thing hanging over it's head? Not that there's anything wrong with that. (A little Seinfeld joke there.) Well, I gotta go rustle up some grub. (When I just wrote that, I envisioned by self doing a Billy Bob Thornton impersonation.) You know, Sling Blade? I like the way you talk.... Okay, I'm really going this time.. I'll see you at high noon for tea and crumpettes. Okay, Now I'm going......
Fin.

Michael.
La. (Home of the national champs in college football.) Truth be known? I was born in Texas so my real team is The Texas Long Horns. I don't want to perpetrate. Okay, Now I'm going.....

Oh yeah, I said head...heh heh huh, huh. Okay really, Now I'm going....

Anonymous said...

Okay, I know I'm beating a dead horse here, but, (Beating dead horses is actually my favorite past-time. I'm trying to write the powers-that-be and talk them into making this an olympic event. If nothing else, maybe the Special Olympics.) *Catching my breath..* Sorry bout that.. What was I saying? Oh yeah.... I have an Amy Winehouse song stuck in my head today.....Back To Black I think...It's not really the whole song,it's a phrase....*We only said good-bye with words...so on and so forth..* But anyway, Is their any other way to say good-bye? I mean how else would you know? Even if you used some sort of gestures, you would still......You know what? I'm gonna stop right there.... I'm trying to express a simplistic thing here and I'm getting way out there. *Note: If this were a text message I would have only used a couple of sentences. Capturing the mood is sometimes exhausting.... I have to go take a siesta now...I just bored myself to tears...... My apologies to those that have just read all this wordy garbage and at the end, it really didn't mean a thing....

Michael.
La. ( Only place that has bayous.)

P.S. I'll strive next time to actually make my point clear and consice. But no promises.

Anonymous said...

Well, so much for my siesta. I have a severe migraine, and I can't sleep. *playing miniature violin with my fingers.* I was intentionally trying to overlook the scatalogical thingie to avoid repressed childhood memories,but it triggered another thought.I live in Ouachita Parish and the Sheriff's Department actually has a S.C.A.T. team. They even have stickers on the side of their cars in big bold letters. It actually means, Special Crimes Apprehension Team. Every time I pass one of these cars, I do my ButtHead laugh, huh,huh,huh,heh,heh. Yeah, I guess you had to be there. If you search your soul you might find it funny as well.

Speaking of souls (Cool,I actually did some segway.) I usually don't do these particular ones but it just popped in my head... Here goes... Alison is so hot, lost souls are sent to her house instead of hell........................................WOW!!! If there was ever an awkard silence on the internet, that was it..

I'll redeem myself with this one...
Alison is so Hot, they actually named a candy after her....Red Hots©. Again, I should be paid for mentioning Red Hots©. That's the last time I do any of those. That was piss-poor. I find it unusual that scat and piss are mentioned in this post. Crude!

Michael.
La. (Home of Mardi Gras.)

P.S. Yes, I'm aware that I over-use the word actually.

Laura Leu said...

I both love and hate you for giving me another fucking blog to read, you doll/bitch.