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Friday, January 17, 2003

THE AMERICAN HERETIC'S DICTIONARY  definitions:

MILDRED - a liberal Commiie  // ; fear of a grist grinder

MILE POST - the longest piece of wood ever milled

MILKWOOD - a sure way to get splinters

MINE SWEEPING - how they get rid of coal dust

MINIMUM - Thumbelina's mother

MINISTER - a prion for midgets

MINUET - a topic of discussion among cannibals

MISCHIEF - a female tribal leader

MISLAY - a snow sled belonging to me  (my-sleigh)   OR     The 2003 Pimp Calender pick of the month

MISSAL - homesick

MISSEL TREE - an ICBM Redwood

MISTAKE - "Getcher grimmy paws offa my sirloin!"  (MY-steak)

MOBY DICK - now thought to be a mind-altering veneral disease suffered by Captain Ahab

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I can explain my recent absence.  There were several dozen very good reasons why I didn't blog the last few days.  It can all be verified, honest.  And I'll tell you ALL about it as soon as I get someone to come lift this pan of Gwumpkies I've been cooking, frying, steaming, mixing, boiling, rolling, stuffing and stacking THIS ENTIRE DANG  DAY!!!  Oh, no.  Just noticed my ring is missing.  It CAN'T be in one of those Gwumpkies.  It just C A N' T !!  Not after getting stuck in the elevator at the Hyatt, accidentally checking my cousin OUT of the hotel when all I wanted was a validation for parking, spilling a whole bottle of champagne into the heating vent at the hotel, stuffing my cousin's car keys into my purse as I left.... and being stopped by a cop in the parking garage so the keys could be returned -- (I gave him a SNicker's bar!!!  Don't EVEN think I'm cheap.      OH...and I almost DIED Monday night after bingo (no, I didn' win).  Food poisoning - gran mal food poisoning - even the CAT barfed in sympathy.  At one point I woke to discover I was standing against the kitchen sink with my face in disposall hole opening.  Do you think maybe I was SO sick I was contemplating swizzlecide?  Well, what DO you call death by disposal?  Okay, I'll give ya "messy" - I mean the technical term. Patracide (sic) - mattresscide (that's when you inhale 80 pounds of goosedown ticking.)  AHA... must be   GRINDACIDE!      hmmmmm   I'd have to lose a WHOLE lotta weight first.  Nevermind.


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