Anyone who didn't grow up with me, for the most part, thought I made this up. That no one's mother would actually say this.
Proof to the contrary arrived in my mailbox this morning:
And just for good measure, the infamous clown card, the front of which I am not posting, because THERE'S A FUCKING CLOWN ON IT.
Umm, it just got really dark outside and...let's see, I only see three horsemen. Wait. Scratch that. The fourth stopped for an appletini, but he's definitely there, just a little behind.
Posted by: Big Daddy at June 13, 2007 01:18 PMI'm sorry, but no matter how many times I see it, it just really bothers me when animals wear fur.
Posted by: jebushchrist at June 13, 2007 01:49 PMAww. I sometimes send myself mail when I'm lonely too.
Posted by: Suss at June 13, 2007 04:00 PMI'm guessing you get bulk rates at the post office.
Posted by: Barstoolio at June 13, 2007 04:11 PMYou're lonely a lot aren't you?
Posted by: Hank Scorpio at June 13, 2007 04:12 PMDoes your Mommy still open it or do you have your own 'big boy' mailbox on the post under hers?
I'm starting to think the 21 seed was being generous.
Posted by: Hank Scorpio at June 13, 2007 04:33 PMYou know what I really like? When you remark about folks on the internets not knowing you at all and one of them steps right up and proves your point. Isn't that fun?
Posted by: Stella at June 13, 2007 06:49 PMHey guys, what'd I miss?
Posted by: Holly at June 13, 2007 11:35 PMA sock monkey flight attendant is disconcerting, but this is terrifying: http://www.midwayvillage.com/default.asp?page=upcomingevents&nav=upcomingevents&neventid=9
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 12:00 AMSWEET HELL, I'll never sleep now. Those dead staring eyes...
Posted by: Holly at June 14, 2007 12:14 AMSorry. If it make you feel any better, I'm afraid of the sock monkey night terrors now as well. Oh well, at least "Gilda" is on. Ugh.
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 12:46 AMLike a doll's eyes--oh.
Posted by: Holly at June 14, 2007 05:08 AMYour mom is legally (if not criminally) insane, and I could not love her more. I'll never forget the zebra-print, marabou-rimmed beer cozies she gave us. Truly, she is a gift. Also, NO ONE TOLD ME THEY WERE MAKING A SEQUEL TO NATIONAL TREASURE. We are calling Wheeler and scheduling this immediately.
Posted by: j at June 14, 2007 08:54 AMWILL YOU FREAKING CALL ME ALREADY. Baaaeeyyyyill is down with Moroccan death sinus infection. Pick me up at the airport tomorrow night?
Posted by: Holly at June 14, 2007 09:03 AMAlso, weren't the cozies (mine was polka-dotted) full of edible lip gloss? Was that the same year?
Posted by: Holly at June 14, 2007 09:05 AMAh. Quint. Yes. "Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies . . ."
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 04:41 PM*Light bulb* - Sock Monkey Beer Cozies! You're welcome, just send me 25% of the profits.
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 04:51 PMCozies with TAILS!! With their gaping bloody maws as the openings for the cans? What could possibly go wrong?
Posted by: Holly at June 14, 2007 05:12 PMNothing as far as I can see. Although you may want to include a "ONLY CONSUME 1 BEER/15 lbs. OF BODY WEIGHT WITH THE AID OF THIS COZIE, AS THE USE OF THIS PRODUCT HAS CAUSED PARANOID DEMENTIA IN SOME CASES" warning just to avoid frivolous lawsuits. First release: Regular Sock Monkey Cozie. Second release: Sock Monkey Cozie wearing edible lip gloss - perfect for bachelor parties!
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 08:51 PMOh, fuck.
Kevin, darlin', there's no easy way to say this, so--you drew that Kentucky guy for the third round. The one that just took out Will. If you've got an army of loyal readers handy, now might be the time to bring them out.
Posted by: Holly at June 14, 2007 11:16 PMUh, it's not an army per se, more of a village militia. I don't foresee defeating the followers of Adolph Rupp, but I'm reading some Dylan Thomas for courage. *On bended knee* - Will you finally give me your endorsement?
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 11:40 PMExcellent! Thank you - if you ever need anything (like someone to brush your gorgeous auburn locks for example), let me know.
Posted by: Kevin at June 14, 2007 11:47 PMAnd somewhere in the Southland, Holly's swooning, which is not as graceful as it sounds.
Posted by: Stella at June 15, 2007 12:28 AMI'm all right...kinda.
Posted by: Holly at June 15, 2007 12:30 AM