And the word of the day is: VIDELICET!
And now we have a guy who can sing in an auto-tuned voice on the appropriately named Hamburger Helper float.
John Stamos did "Put On A Happy Face" with seven girls and lousy choreography.
Now some kid from Hannah Montanna just sang. He was wearing wool gloves that had no fingers. I never understood the purpose of such gloves--who needs to just keep their palms warm?
And now we have a guy who can sing in an auto-tuned voice on the appropriately named Hamburger Helper float.
Today, it was supposed to be just Mum and I, but, somehow or other, six other people have semi-invited themselves. . . .
Great, an aggressive defense attorney is killed and the police immediately mess up the crime scene by not doing anything to preserve it.
The horrible news is on the front page of The Oregonian and is leading all the newscasts. This is so totally surreal for this little neighborhood.
The horrible news is on the front page of The Oregonian and is leading all the newscasts. This is so totally surreal for this little neighborhood.
But should you hold a seller's open house, directions will be easy - "We're just two doors down from the yellow crime-scene tape."
der Brucer
Good morning to one and all. A day of grace and gratitude, contentment, sweet memories... and PIE.
DR DRUXY - that story reminds me of the only funny moment in a Sally Field movie called - I think - PUNCHLINE.
Thanksgiving morning greetings! Our turkey went in the oven precisely at the stroke of 9 and now we're watching the Broadway performances on NBC. Bye Bye Birdie = :P
The fates were very smart in not making me a family man; I would have sold my family down the river at the first glimpse of Hamburger Heaven.
Oh well.....if it wasn't SUPPOSED to be a comedy, then I feel a lot better about it.
The fates were very smart in not making me a family man; I would have sold my family down the river at the first glimpse of Hamburger Heaven.
And yet the Lady Macbeth lingers on.
der Brucer
At Germany's Schwerin Zoo, keeper Christina Schneider has been enlisted to act as a surrogate mother for Walli, a 3-week-old gibbon. Walli's mother rejected him shortly after his birth, meaning that zoo staff have needed to step in to raise him themselves.
Toward that end, the baby receives bottle-feedings every two hours, according to the Daily Mail. Zoo staff expect to care for him around the clock until he's about 6 months old, at which point they hope he'll be mature enough to live with the zoo's other gibbons.
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Oy! And they were! At least the zoo staff has several people who can help. And they are paid!
I've already had three e-mails from the co-author of the long musical - I responded to one saying I was not available to read e-mails or have telephonic calls until next Monday.
A very happy Thanksgiving to all the HHWers, their friends and family!
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Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for many things and the people at this site are certainly a big one of them
Thanksgiving morning greetings! Our turkey went in the oven precisely at the stroke of 9 and now we're watching the Broadway performances on NBC. Bye Bye Birdie = :P
This is my Thanksgiving story, a tale that my family will never let me forget.
I love Thanksgiving. I have very warm childhood memories of that holiday. Every year, we would have a family gathering at our home. My aunt, uncle and two cousins, as well as my half-brother Hersh and his family were always there.
We'd sit around the table and, after everybody had stuffed themselves, people would tell jokes. My uncle, Kenneth, was the #1 storyteller, but on this particular year, I also decided to contribute to the merriment...with disastrous results.
I think it was 1954. I would have been thirteen-years-old.
Without contemplating the consequences, I told this very funny joke that I'd heard at school, and I told it very well.
Correction! I didn't just tell it very well. I told it brilliantly. I had a captive audience.
Then, I came to the punch line...which ended with the word "f**k".
My mother, who'd had a few too many drinks in her, started laughing hysterically.
Unfortunately, everybody else at the table sat in a stunned silence. If my mother hadn't been laughing, you could have heard a pin drop.
You see, in 1954, a thirteen-year-old boy did not say "f**k"...particularly in front of adults.
The first one to speak was my father. Pointing at me, he started shouting at my mother, "You're the one who encourages him! This is all your doing!"
Within two minutes, all of our very embarrassed guests had excused themselves and left our house.
I don't recall if I was sent to my room or not, but I know I never told another joke at Thanksgiving dinner.
Larry, I hope you soon find that your work life is quite healthy without the troublesome producer.
Now some kid from Hannah Montanna just sang. He was wearing wool gloves that had no fingers. I never understood the purpose of such gloves--who needs to just keep their palms warm?
I did want to mention that SURVIVOR tonight is a new episode. (It may be a recap episode; that I don't know. The newspaper listed it as "new").
I'm expecting a lot of very detailed meal reports.
Ginny, I hope the people who canceled aren't the ones bringing the pie!
T.O.D.
Stouffer's Frozen Lasagna
T.O.D.
Stouffer's Frozen Lasagna
DR TCB! Are you home? Welcome back.
Welcome home, DR TCB!
I am very tired and my niece and I have to pick up her mom (my sister) at 8am for some Vera Bradley shopping and breakfast. This will be my first ever Black Friday shopping expedition.
Welcome back to the exotically sunny northwest, TCB! ;)
This is my Thanksgiving story, a tale that my family will never let me forget.
I love Thanksgiving. I have very warm childhood memories of that holiday. Every year, we would have a family gathering at our home. My aunt, uncle and two cousins, as well as my half-brother Hersh and his family were always there.
We'd sit around the table and, after everybody had stuffed themselves, people would tell jokes. My uncle, Kenneth, was the #1 storyteller, but on this particular year, I also decided to contribute to the merriment...with disastrous results.
I think it was 1954. I would have been thirteen-years-old.
Without contemplating the consequences, I told this very funny joke that I'd heard at school, and I told it very well.
Correction! I didn't just tell it very well. I told it brilliantly. I had a captive audience.
Then, I came to the punch line...which ended with the word "f**k".
My mother, who'd had a few too many drinks in her, started laughing hysterically.
Unfortunately, everybody else at the table sat in a stunned silence. If my mother hadn't been laughing, you could have heard a pin drop.
You see, in 1954, a thirteen-year-old boy did not say "f**k"...particularly in front of adults.
The first one to speak was my father. Pointing at me, he started shouting at my mother, "You're the one who encourages him! This is all your doing!"
Within two minutes, all of our very embarrassed guests had excused themselves and left our house.
I don't recall if I was sent to my room or not, but I know I never told another joke at Thanksgiving dinner.
Do you remember the joke??
I am very tired and my niece and I have to pick up her mom (my sister) at 8am for some Vera Bradley shopping and breakfast. This will be my first ever Black Friday shopping expedition.Are You Insane?
I am very tired and my niece and I have to pick up her mom (my sister) at 8am for some Vera Bradley shopping and breakfast. This will be my first ever Black Friday shopping expedition.Are You Insane?
One year on Black Friday I needed to do some grocery shopping and headed to my local grocery store, completely forgetting that I had to pass by a shopping mall. Oy!!! It was close to impossible to even pass by the mall. I need to go to Target soon, but it certainly won't be tomorrow! Best of luck to DR Ginny! She has more courage than I have!