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Wooing Futures Plummet, Meatloaf Rebounds
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Wooing Futures Plummet, Meatloaf Rebounds I do now believe that the cell phone text message has to be the worst instrument for wooing a woman. I take that back. Writing a love poem and placing it in a stoppered bottle adrift at sea is the worst method. The cell phone text message is only a very close second. I once thought otherwise. I love to write and consider myself clever and charming in a Fred Mc Murray sort of way. Whoever that is. The name just popped into my head, so I wrote it down. And there is the problem with the cell phone text message: things just pop into my head and amuse me, and I write them into a text message and send them. I expect the recipient to be thrilled and charmed and surprised to be the recipient of such a darling, little message. Especially since it's from me, and not Fred Mc Murray. See? That just popped into my head, so I wrote it down to share it in the hopes of some jocular bonding. I couldn't help myself. And so I would have sent another text message, even though I haven't even received any feedback on how the first message went over. And I expect the recipient of this second message to be doubly thrilled and charmed and surprised to be the recipient of another darling, little message. And now I have two messages out there bobbing in the ether somewhere. And I'm sarting to get a little grouchy that I haven't been repayed with a message of my own. Grouchy like Charlie, the male house keeper and rough-edged foible to Fred Mc Murray's unflappable affability. See? I wrote that down, too. Because now I'm starting to get a bit antsy as to whether or not my first two Fred Mc Murray jokes were funny, and I'm fixating on Fred Mc Murray and dragging poor, grouchy Charlie into this mess. But maybe that's a good thing, now that Charlie is here. He was always good with handing advice out to the boys about dames. I think the dames liked Charlie because he had that kind of rough edge to him that was a perfect foible to the affability that they were used to; and he made a mean meatloaf on Mondays, so the boys could have meatloaf sandwiches for their lunches on Tuesday. I'm not sure what they had for dinner on Tuesdays, but I bet grouchy, old Charlie was suavely trading recipes down at the grocery store with all of the town MILFS. Yep. Charlie was a face-to-face man. You could take him at face value that he was a man of his word, and that the meatloaf recipe he traded you for your Tuesday Night Casserole recipe was a good meatloaf recipe. Yes ma'am. And worthy of making both tastey and nutritious sandwiches from the next day. Charlie knew where he stood, and you knew where you stood with grouchy, old Charlie. Fred Mc Murray, on the other hand, always seemed a bit too affable. He wanted ya to love him, not just like him. Always made me wonder why he was raising three sons alone, and why he chose Charlie over Alice in a day where male housekeepers were still taboo. And why he really needed a housekeeper in the first place. And where the body was hid. Yep. He sure wanted ya to like him. Maybe having a woman in the house would have sent mixed messages to the boys. And although I'm sure they could have benefitted from a feminine presence in their lives, I think they needed Charlie's rough-edged grumpiness to temper Fred Mc Murray's annoyingly unflappable affability. So, by now you must be wondering what the hell is going on. I'm certain that you don't understand what is happening here. And now you know how I feel as I sit here and wait for a response to my text messages. Why hasn't she responded yet? I've never seen her without a grande latte in one hand and her cell phone in the other, even while driving. I believe the battery of her phone continuously recharges from the energy of her voice that she directs towards it incessantly or maybe the caffeine on her breath is being absorbed by her phone and creating some sort of ion transport across a membrane that releases energy and keeps the battery charged. She's never seperated from it. And she can't be asleep after drinking all of those lattes. I know. I know. I should have just called her in the first place and avoided the entire message trap. But the words were so insistant, "Make her read us. We have such deeper meanings to offer if she has to read us. We can work our wordy magic, astonish her with our literalness, enchant her with our figurativeness. You'll see when her words do the same for you...." You owe me a dime, two dimes, you deceptive little text weasels! And crap! She's gonna be mad at me for costing her twenty cents when I could have called her for free. What am I gonna do? Whatever am I gonna do? Supid! Stupid! Stupid me! "You could always give her twenty cents the next time you see her," says the unflabbly affable Fred Mc Murray sagely as he strikes a match to relight his pipe. "You're pathetic!", growls grouchy, old Charlie, "Here. Have a meatloaf sandwiche. I left the pickle off, figured you had enough of them already." Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde |
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Fred MacMurray was very cool. And quite sexy, in a DILF kinda way. Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]
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I saw a notice that the site was trying to fix a minor glitch with the network album pictures....now ALL the pictures are glitching. There's a totally priceless and irreplacable testimonial picture on my profile that's now missing, and I AM SO PISSED OFF!! Five more days and I no longer pay to put up with this half-assed nonsense. They can all eat shit and chase rabbits!! Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde
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Well, when she read the first message "will u suk my dulce espresso til i crema?" she probably chuckled once. But then came the second "jk! id rly luv a dbl latte w/u & fred macmurray" & she was all (to herself) "Fred MacMurray? Doesn't he know I'm a Donna Reed gal?" before changing her SIM card & dying her hair.
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ahhh ya see....text messaging like that should be reserved for buddies & partners in crime. only a buddy or partner in crime will find the brilliance & giggles in your random musings. my partner in crime, a certain blogger from Hawaii who shall remain nameless ... she texts me in this sort of random fashion...she even sends me texts while shes on dates - and i ALWAYS giggle
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A friend of mine who worked for Sprint told me that approximately 15-20% of text messages never arrive at their intended destination. Is it true? I don't know, but I have confirmed several times that text messages others sent me were never received by me or vice-versa by looking in the "sent" box. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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5/26/2008 3:31 pm |
Hey! Fred MacMurray wasn't affable in Double Indemnity! And Barbara Stanwyck is so hot and sassy. I'd almost go lez for her, 'cept for my beloved and such, though he may enjoy a ménage á trois de temps en temp. You know I hate getting text messages in general because you have to reply to them and then the other person answers and it is an endless, 15 cent a pop, circle. And me? I'm as poor as a titmouse. (I think a titmouse is a bird? Help me out SirHarry...) I noticed that my photo was missing in some places and it really pissed me off. I assume, however, that you are referring to that really sexy testimonial pic with that girl in some kind of catwoman shiny latexy lingerie thingiemajig. I've always thought that was hot. I'm not the kind of girl who can carry it off, though. I'm more of a yellow boyshorts and bra kind of girl, although I can throw down in some lacy black if necessary or appropriate. I love your witty random remarks. I make them constantly. It's part of why my parents think I'm stone cold crazy. That and the fact that I water my plants wearing my monkey pajama pants. Hey! They do that kind of thing in Seattle (just not in the burbs). Just ask Atomic. With any luck I will be in my crazy new Republican-surrounded digs in less than 3 weeks. Cross your eyes for me, willya?
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5/26/2008 3:35 pm |
Hey! Fred MacMurray wasn't affable in Double Indemnity! And Barbara Stanwyck is so hot and sassy. I'd almost go lez for her, 'cept for my beloved and such, though he may enjoy a ménage á trois de temps en temps. You know I hate getting text messages in general because you have to reply to them and then the other person answers and it is an endless, 15 cent a pop, circle. And me? I'm as poor as a titmouse. (I think a titmouse is a bird? Help me out SirHarry...) I noticed that my photo was missing in some places and it really pissed me off. I assume, however, that you are referring to that really sexy testimonial pic with that girl in some kind of catwoman shiny latexy lingerie thingiemajig. I've always thought that was hot. I'm not the kind of girl who can carry it off, though. I'm more of a yellow boyshorts and bra kind of girl, although I can throw down in some lacy black if necessary or appropriate. I love your witty random remarks. I make them constantly. It's part of why my parents think I'm stone cold crazy. That and the fact that I water my plants wearing my monkey pajama pants. Hey! They do that kind of thing in Seattle (just not in the burbs). Just ask Atomic. With any luck I will be in my crazy new Republican-surrounded digs in less than 3 weeks. Cross your eyes for me, willya?
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I have a recipe for meatloaf and lasagna {at least 2 types of each} along with several others, and a list of really good delivery places. Anything else you need, just whistle. 
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Hey g2i, yeah, titmouse is definitely a model in the bird brand, not a cleavage-burrowing rodent or a mild pervy fetishist. That's a tufted one, over there.
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We constantly text each other. We have a 4.99 per month for 500 messages or something like that...per each phone. We value our text messages. You might want to know who to watch out for around here: Are YOU a Dirty Bad Man or Woman ! Please tell me the secrets of your sex appeal Primping! And a MUST READ: [post 2294897] Just shamelessly pimping my own damned blog! {=}
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spinmedown replies on 5/28/2008 5:24 pm: I'll suavely trade you my Blue Cheese Tater Tot Casserole recipe for a meatloaf recipe. Deal? Let me get back to my stash of recipes!  I'm traveling and food just isn't in the front of my mind at the moment.
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I just hate talking on the phone. You might want to know who to watch out for around here: Are YOU a Dirty Bad Man or Woman ! Please tell me the secrets of your sex appeal Primping! And a MUST READ: [post 2294897] Just shamelessly pimping my own damned blog! {=}
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You have a grouchy Charlie and a Fred Mc Murray floating around in your head too, eh? They often get pummeled by Zeus. He's a big pissed off gorilla I also have knocking around in there. Zeus teaches me how to get out of tough situations...he's a master of the escape plan. Not much of a talker though. True story.
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YES! My favorite picture of all time is back! And I haven't sent any more text messages. Life is....pretty good. Carry on! Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde
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spinmedown don39t burn me down now fork over the tater tot recipe
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You..........use a recipe for..............meatloaf? Meatloaf changes every time you make it, depending on what ingredients you have on hand, and..........it's always, always, good!!! "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." 
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