I went to the Dollar General there by Jess's house. There was a book there by Keanu Reeves. He said on the back cover "You either dig me, Or you dont" Me and Mike have been laughing about that ever since.
I'm not counting on your lack of temporary Queen like abilities. I once played chess with someone stoned. That is the only time I beat that guy. He didnt like it, didnt remember it and was a little sore that I would bring it up later.
You must have had a grandma like one of mine. She was an alcoholic. She taught me this when I was six Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of liquor. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill was even sicker.
Jpeg- mind yer bizness. Some of us have to lay around all day and not have babies. Wednesdays are "guys day" on the blog/ that is when you will most likely hear of mucus related things or fecal matter or superheroes.
hmmm... maybe Glue is made up of a substance that sticks to things and a solvent that keeps it liquid until you want it to stick. When you put glue on a piece of paper, the solvent gradually evaporates until the glue becomes sticky. When the glue is in a bottle, there is a space inside the bottle above the liquid that is full of air. So why doesn't the glue dry out? Well there's a limit to the amount of solvent that can evaporate to fill the space in the bottle. Once the space is full of solvent gas, no more solvent evaporates from the glue and the glue stays runny.
For the record, I have NEVER seriously typed “LOL” in my life, nor will I ever! If you’ve ever seen it, I was making fun of it or something else stupid.
I have to rat on Daniel. I got a text message from him yesterday at 4:33 that read, “Your mom wears tube rocks”. I was perplexed for about an hour as to what he meant, then I realized that he meant, “Your mom wears tube socks”. Poor Daniel cant’ get it right anywhere.
I am interested actually interested in why glue doesn’t stick in the bottle, as my theory is close to Jessica- either a solvent or water evaporates or is separated when it leaves the bottle. Inside the bottle, it is soft or liquid enough to not stick.
I deceivingly agree to gang up on Daniel. As Jessica goes to kick Daniel again, I grab her leg in the air, then kick her other leg out from under her. . . she smacks the ground flat on her back. I then say, “You mess with my brother, you mess with me!”
Let’s see, you said this was great stuff you could read all day, then you seemed saddened that so much had been said in the 12 hours you were gone. I think you like this blog, don’t you mister? Huh, don’t you?
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also madam, hannah and eve
palindromes
so here I am. Alone in my upstairs.
Hallelujah! Glory be to our Great God!
Sing it Mac!
There is a Starbox?
Lol, Not that exciting.
Do yall remember that one time Matt told us that only girls say LOL. I never knew that.
That's funny. We need to give Josh a hard time about it. I guess he is busy today.
I went to the Dollar General there by Jess's house. There was a book there by Keanu Reeves. He said on the back cover "You either dig me, Or you dont"
Me and Mike have been laughing about that ever since.
I was going to comment but I didnt want to get threatened with your scrabble board again, Terri.
That woman packs a wallop with that scrabble board.
ROfl sounds to me like some sort of barfing.
We can all learn from Katie. She has the abbreviations down!
Well,
ttfn. I must make the daily tuna. Later blog
I'm not counting on your lack of temporary Queen like abilities. I once played chess with someone stoned. That is the only time I beat that guy. He didnt like it, didnt remember it and was a little sore that I would bring it up later.
So, Julie, are you willing to take her on in Scrabble?
really have to go , check in with yall later.
brb- be right back
imo-in my opinion
hth-hope that helps
and G- there is a Starbox, across from DG. and they do serve "beakfast"
You must have had a grandma like one of mine. She was an alcoholic. She taught me this when I was six
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of liquor. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill was even sicker.
Needless to say. She died early.
Jpeg- mind yer bizness. Some of us have to lay around all day and not have babies.
Wednesdays are "guys day" on the blog/ that is when you will most likely hear of mucus related things or fecal matter or superheroes.
later JD.. will you get on the blog from home?
watch some Judge Judy... she's hilarious
NOT GUESSING DANIEL- because you will never post the answer!
jd- are you working Monday?
hmmm... maybe
Glue is made up of a substance that sticks to things and a solvent that keeps it liquid until you want it to stick. When you put glue on a piece of paper, the solvent gradually evaporates until the glue becomes sticky. When the glue is in a bottle, there is a space inside the bottle above the liquid that is full of air. So why doesn't the glue dry out? Well there's a limit to the amount of solvent that can evaporate to fill the space in the bottle. Once the space is full of solvent gas, no more solvent evaporates from the glue and the glue stays runny.
I'M.....SO.....STUPID!!!!
For the record, I have NEVER seriously typed “LOL” in my life, nor will I ever! If you’ve ever seen it, I was making fun of it or something else stupid.
see, some people would have said "superior" intellect... just shows how below you I am
Welcome to the blog today, Hermy!
I have to rat on Daniel. I got a text message from him yesterday at 4:33 that read, “Your mom wears tube rocks”. I was perplexed for about an hour as to what he meant, then I realized that he meant, “Your mom wears tube socks”. Poor Daniel cant’ get it right anywhere.
I was cracking up when I realized it!
Daniel- How about you tell us how seeds stick to buns first?
Daniel- I think Jessica is gone, lets take over.
Anything gross happen to you lately?
I'm back. Save your gore for Wednesday
Dang it, busted!
I am interested actually interested in why glue doesn’t stick in the bottle, as my theory is close to Jessica- either a solvent or water evaporates or is separated when it leaves the bottle. Inside the bottle, it is soft or liquid enough to not stick.
Enquiring minds want to know. . .
That should have only said, “I am actually interested in why. . .”
Daniel don't read this-
Josh- I got that from a trivia site... probably the same place Danny got his question
I was suspecting that.
ohhhh.... it was because of your phone
That happened to me on Thanksgiving, I was replying to a text message and I sent it as “Gobbled gobble”, when I meant just “Gobble gobble”.
I feel you pain man. . . I feel your pain.
Jessica’s the champ, uhh don’t you mean Jessica’s the chimp?
oh yeah? BLOG GUN (tranquilizer)
BANG BANG
and you're both sleepin like baby girls
BLOG GUN tranquilizer force field activated, tranquilizer deflected.
Daniel is sleeping. Kick to his gut
Jessica turns her back on me as she kicks Daniel in the gut,
I give her an elbow to the back of the head.
And another kick to Daniel
And another elbow to the back of Jessica’s head. . .
hey Josh as I duck and miss his elbow. Daniel's tranquilized... let's get him
and I step on Daniels foot
I deceivingly agree to gang up on Daniel. As Jessica goes to kick Daniel again, I grab her leg in the air, then kick her other leg out from under her. . . she smacks the ground flat on her back. I then say, “You mess with my brother, you mess with me!”
and I blow up the place with a grenade
change of my story line. . .
Grenade force field activated, shrapnel deflected.
sorry
you're on my blog and you are all dead
My condolences to your mamas
My grenade force field works against the harshest of blog dictators, such as yourself.
I am alive and will be back!
You’re still a chimp (and I type this as I am snacking on a banana, seriously)
banana detonates
A HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
too bad you were already dead when you tried to call her
Detonating banana force field activated, flying killer potassium deflected.
all right I'm outta here. Round 2 Weds
Keep the change ya filthy animal. . .
And what would a REAL blog look like to you smarty pants?
Let’s see, you said this was great stuff you could read all day, then you seemed saddened that so much had been said in the 12 hours you were gone. I think you like this blog, don’t you mister? Huh, don’t you?
Later potaters
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