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November 16, 2006

That's how I roll. Period.

As you may have read earlier this week, or perhaps it was last week, I don't know as all the days have run together and this morning I woke up and got into the shower with both socks on because that is how coherent and brainy my brain is these days, but! as you may know, my frontal and backal lobes are hurting with "work" and "Please dear Lord make this thing I am creating not suck, too much" and also, once when I was sort of desperate and only kind of meant it, "WHERE ARE THE REALLY GOOD EARTHQUAKES WHEN YOU NEED THEM?"

I know someone out there will blame me if we have an earthquake now, but I was deranged with lack of sleep. Also, I have had Visible Panty Lines all week because I haven't done laundry (SHOCKER!!!! ALERT THE MEDIA!!!!!) and the only butt-floss undies I have left are the lacy ones and ...heh. You know my Dad is somewhere in Florida reading this right now and saying, "For the love of GOD make the child STOP talking about her underwear to strangers!"

Suffice it to say the lacy ones are not so much comfy. So I'm rocking the Hanes Her Way or more accurately, Hanes, Her Way 15 Pounds Ago When These Fit Without Riding Up. Whatever.

I said all of that so I could convey with the utmost confidence and believability that I have an actual reason for this column to be both boring and ridiculous and also, Make Not Of Any Sense Much. And, in a twist of even crueler and boringer fate, there are vocabulary words needed for this episode. Today's Vocabulary:

pelon (peh-LON) - Spanglish for baldie, or someone with a shaved head; "He who owns the dome."

peloncito (peh-LON-see-toe) - Cutesy for pelon (see above.) While it can rhyme with the word CHEETO, has nothing to do with snack foods.

dork (dOrk) - Me. For picture, see "any photograph featuring me."


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Here is the scene. It is Tuesday. I am in my office, on the phone. El Peloncito is off work, so he is home illegally (NO, YOUR HONOR, THAT WAS A TYPO. I MEANT TO SAY 'LEGALLY') downloading a whole bunch of songs. We are having one of those conversations wherein I say "uh-huh" a lot, as I am at work trying to pull a brilliant Flash product demo out of my nether regions. I am simultaneously discovering that my butt does not, in fact, contain brilliance of the online animation variety. And I am sad.


Pelon: I'm getting that new 2pac, it's bad, (sings) "Get it on, mutha*** get it on!"

Me: Ooooh, will you download the new Beyonce for me?

Pelon: (sigh of exasperation as if I have just harshed his cool gangsta buzz with my girly song request) (then pause) (then he sings the first part of the aforementioned girly Beyonce song) "To the left, to the left..."

Me: Hee.

Pelon: And I'm downloading PitBull, he's bad. You'll see. I'm burning it for you, too. Gonna get you gangsta so you can roll.

Me: Hrmph. You say that as if I do not already roll. I roll perfectly fine as is thankyouverymuch.

Pelon: Mujer, please.


Later Tuesday night I get the CDs from el peloncito, and the next morning I listen to them during the three-million-hour car ride to my job, where still (surprise!) no brilliant Flash demos have sprung forth from my rump. There is a 9 a.m. staff meeting in which I am tempted to stand up and announce, "I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny! But there's no Flash demo inside!"

Yet, surprisingly, I stay silent.

In the afternoon, I am in my office with the door mostly shut, listening to these CDs on random shuffle and frantically trying to get a button on my project to actually WORK when I realize I am thisclose to maybe runnin' up on you with a forty. Most interestingly of all, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT PHRASE EVEN MEANS. Yet it is what pops into my head, and also out of my mouth, when Coworker asks me how I am.


Coworker: How are you? You want a midday coffee run?
Me: I am thisclose to runnin up on some homey with a forty.
Coworker:
Coworker: They have peppermint flavored mocha now at Coffee Bean.
Me: I'm down for that.
Coworker: OK ... weirdo.


Then it dawns on me that through el peloncito and the power of music, I have turned fully gangsta.

I text him to let him know. Out of courtesy, you see.

Me:
Dear Peloncito,
Thank you so much for the CDs. I am now gangsta. Word up.
Yours, Laurie

Pelon: Yeah... you so gangsta that you punctuate.

Me: I roll with punctuation and grammar. We shall bust a comma up in your ass.

Pelon:

Pelon:

Pelon: You mean up in my semiCOLON?


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And that is all I have for you today, another day in which I work, mis-use slang from about ten years ago, wear unflattering underwear and manage to slip in a little reference to both traffic and Cheetos. I am unfailingly predictable. The only thing that could save face, aside from a fully-formed flash demo springing forth from my visble panty lines, would be a cat throwing gang signs.


bob-gangsta.jpg

Posted by laurie at November 16, 2006 09:57 AM

Comments

Laughing hysterically. Word up, sistah.

Posted by: Sarah at November 16, 2006 10:07 AM

LOL! Best photo caption ever! Yo.

Posted by: Carol M at November 16, 2006 10:08 AM

I'm about in tears (up in herr).
Gangsta slang + grammar = never not funny.

Thanks for the pick-me-up!

Posted by: jenna at November 16, 2006 10:10 AM

o.m.g.

that was tff.

because a girl has got to know: aren't thongs like, really uncomfortable?

just wondering.

Posted by: smokeyJoe at November 16, 2006 10:11 AM

Please, answer smokeyJoe's question.

Heehee to the rest of the post!

Posted by: tiff at November 16, 2006 10:15 AM

hilarious! I think pulling a flash presentation out of your a*& has some great gangsta rap lyric potential ;)

Posted by: megan at November 16, 2006 10:17 AM

Wearing a thong is sometimes more comfortable than full-butt underwear, if the thong is the right size, and is soft cotton. That's just my opinion, though. I hate having my undies ride up and get in the awkward places, but a thong is designed to be in, uh, the awkward places ... so they're not bad. Frederick's makes a plain cotton thong panty that fits perfectly.

Posted by: laurie at November 16, 2006 10:18 AM

I tried to get a link to the Frederick's site, but of course the firewall at work blocked it. Whoops!

Posted by: laurie at November 16, 2006 10:19 AM

last week someone said something I wrote reminded them of Crazy Aunt Purl...I'm 58 and that's one of the greatest compliments anyone has ever paid me...girl you are spit my frijoles at the screen funny. I heart you...

Posted by: dee mcdonald at November 16, 2006 10:19 AM

Busting a comma up in yo' ass? Fantastic.

Grammar gangstas of the world, unite!

Posted by: Samantha at November 16, 2006 10:25 AM

LOVE YOU!
this post rocks.
so does bob.
xoxo to the kit kats.
WORD!
:o)ek.

Posted by: kelpkim at November 16, 2006 10:27 AM

It's not very often I find a blog that makes me laugh out loud. You're linked now! Thanks for the laughs. werd Up *points fingers in all different directions while crossing arms*

Posted by: balou at November 16, 2006 10:29 AM

My anaconda don't want none if it ain't got buns, hon.
Yours,
Jen

Posted by: jen at November 16, 2006 10:30 AM

I need new non-granny, non-floss-up-my-butt kind of panties, so I've gotta check out Frederick's. Sorry for the graphics, Laurie's dad. Bob is too cute. Again, I suggest a chez cat calendar.

Posted by: Miss Wendy at November 16, 2006 10:33 AM

haha! I took a break from housecleaning to read blogs and yours almost made me fall of my chair laughing so hard. OMG that picture is awesome. Teehee.

Posted by: Donna (squitchinglady) at November 16, 2006 10:39 AM

Delurking to profoundly declare: Fo' rizzle bizzle! :)

P.S. Have you heard about this? (http://www.baltimoresun.com/features/lifestyle/
bal-to.liz07nov07,0,2913735.story?coll=bal-artslife-today)

Posted by: Mymsie at November 16, 2006 10:40 AM

Laurie? Honey? Maybe you've been in Los Angeles just a little too long. I thought you couldn't take the Southern out of the girl, but now I just don't know... ;-)

Posted by: Lynn in Tucson at November 16, 2006 10:42 AM

"Word to your meow mix provider" made me snort out loud! Which clearly proves I am not working, which is what I am supposed to be doing. Back to photo formatting...

Posted by: MBT at November 16, 2006 10:42 AM

Did you keep the socks on for the duration of the shower?

Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at November 16, 2006 10:46 AM

I'm laughing so hard that I'm wheezing. /snort

Your father should be thankful that you're talking about wearing panties vs talking about not wearing them. Trust me.

And I thought my morning was interesting. Boy returned from LA and was telling me about the photos he brought back from his 'wild night out'... and who Ron Jeremy is. I guess I'm too old and out of it to know. I feel so old and wheezy. *L*

Posted by: Cookie at November 16, 2006 10:49 AM

OMG crack me up.

Posted by: Lynae at November 16, 2006 10:50 AM

this made my day. nice job.

Posted by: wenders at November 16, 2006 10:51 AM

I rarely laugh out loud, particularly at work.

Purl, you are gettin' me in some kinda trouble!

I think K-Fed needs to hang with you for a spell; then he might really become the gansta he imagines himself to be.

Posted by: MonkeyGurrl at November 16, 2006 10:52 AM

Huh, wouldn't it be queens? You know, queen is to cats what bitch is to dogs: the proper term for the female in certain contexts. What would rude slang be like if it were all from cats instead? Would you and Soba and Frankie be Roy's quee-yons? Would you be queening about your laundry situation instead of bitching about it? Yeah, ok, I am procrastinating too.

I am also cold. I need to knit a hat. If I wear a roll-brim hat inside out, will the brim curl inside and maybe make it snug around my ears, which are also cold?

Posted by: sunflower at November 16, 2006 10:54 AM

How long did it take you to pound out that text message? It would take me like.....4 days.
I like how you roll ;)

Posted by: cursingmama at November 16, 2006 10:59 AM

Lol!!

Love the gangsta Bob!

Posted by: Dorothy B at November 16, 2006 10:59 AM

HA! I totally puctuate...everyone thinks I'm nuts.

Posted by: Shelly at November 16, 2006 11:01 AM

You. Are. Crazy.

In all the best possible ways.

Posted by: Vicky in Vancouver at November 16, 2006 11:01 AM

How can you be so simultaneously incomprehensible* and hilarious?

*Only because I am a way-out-of-touch 40-something white chick. Deal with it.

Posted by: Lucia at November 16, 2006 11:17 AM

I love me a blog entry with punctuation AND required vocabulary. Especially when it makes me spit water on my screen at gangsta Bob.

Posted by: Judy at November 16, 2006 11:20 AM

All I can think of is:

Too Legit, Too Legit to quit! I have no idea why??????????????

Posted by: Cristina at November 16, 2006 11:21 AM

Dayum girl!! Not only are you and I born ON THE SAME DAY in the SAME YEAR but we are currently both experiencing the un-godly inability to pull random work related miracles out of our nether regions!! Word. You totally make me laugh! I am the most annoying texter on the planet with my punctuation! Why *can't* I add parenthese to my message?? They're totally necessary!! Keep it up, woman!

Posted by: JeninChicago at November 16, 2006 11:26 AM

You get SPRUNG.

That is all.

Posted by: Melissa at November 16, 2006 11:32 AM

Yo Laurie
I feel ya homes and love the way you roll.

Posted by: Diane at November 16, 2006 11:42 AM

Bwahahahahahhahaaaaaaa.

Oh, you just made my day! : )

Posted by: Ang at November 16, 2006 11:43 AM

Word.

Posted by: Jenn at November 16, 2006 11:44 AM

"You mean up in my semiCOLON?"

Me amo Peloncito!! Way too funny... And yeah, when this out of touch white girl pulls out the inner gangsta, it's old-school style... But it's all good yo.

And if you get bored (and your firewall doesn't block it) you totally need to look up "shizzle" on UrbanDictionary.com

Posted by: Tami at November 16, 2006 11:48 AM

just FYI a 40 is a .40 caliber handgun. And also? I love you! I am also down with the visible panty lines today and I feel the pain.

Posted by: Miriam at November 16, 2006 11:48 AM

Oh, thank god, I'm not the only white woman dating a man who calls himself "gangsta" . Then he tried to convince me that his stuffed animal manatee (My stuffed animal polar bear would completely kick his ass, but the way) was actually "gangsta". And had a "pimp flipper".

Posted by: Gail at November 16, 2006 11:51 AM

HAHAHAAHAAA! I am laughing so hysterically. That's one of your best posts EVER.

Posted by: LeAnne at November 16, 2006 11:53 AM

EWWW. Flash. Yuck!

Just had a "flash"back to intermediate webdesign, a class that I took only because I had to and hated more than anything!

Laurie, you roll with that flash and run up on it with a forty and all that jazz.

umm..."All that jazz" probably isn't the gangsta slang that belongs there, is it? I failed my flash class and gangsta 101! Go figure!

Posted by: Amy at November 16, 2006 11:54 AM

Dear Laurie,

Respect. Big ups to you.

Target's Gilligan O'Malley brand makes a microfiber thong that you can hardly feel, particularly if you buy it one size too large.

And it comes in a Tupac, which is reasonably priced.

Word. Fo shizzle.

Cordially, rb

Posted by: rb at November 16, 2006 11:56 AM

p.s. we need the 411 on El Peloncito

Posted by: rb at November 16, 2006 11:58 AM

Yeah...

Quien es that guy? (just had to use the Francisco-ism)

Posted by: Tami at November 16, 2006 12:00 PM

I could tell ya'll... but then me and my homies would have to bust a cap on your mama 'n them....

OMG RB that is THE FUNNIEST COMMENT EVER... "It comes in a Tupac, which is reasonably priced." HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

Posted by: laurie at November 16, 2006 12:12 PM

i thought the 40 was a 40 oz'er. like you'd be all creeping up behind someone with a big old bottle of mickeys. give them a paddy whack!

Posted by: smokeyJoe at November 16, 2006 12:21 PM

Aunt P, I hope you know how much I love you. Well, not in a scary or stalkery way. But, even though I usually lurk here (because really? Usually the other 112 people who commented before me have said what I am thinking in response to your posts), I adore your blog.

Posted by: guinness girl at November 16, 2006 12:40 PM

Gangsta Bob is one FIERCE PF*!!! *(purry-furry) HEE! Love to the posse! and hugs to the posse mommy!

Posted by: mctwin at November 16, 2006 12:40 PM

I am sitting in my cubicle laughing hysterically. Thanks so much

Posted by: Trishy at November 16, 2006 12:50 PM

"semiCOLON". You know he spent the last half hour coming up with that. Funny sh!t, regardless.

Posted by: Emily at November 16, 2006 12:53 PM

Love this! Although my cat gang flashes me signs when I laugh and admire your cat gang... should I be worried? Yeah, I know. They'll attack when I'm trying to sleep, as usual.

Posted by: Steph B at November 16, 2006 01:03 PM

I just wanted to thank you for posting, even when you're horribly busy with more productive things. I check your blog every day for new posts and I'm always excited when I see a new one!

Posted by: Lucy at November 16, 2006 01:05 PM

Mwahhahahaha!!! Too Much!!! It reminded me of what Jeff Foxworthy said:
"If your mama drives you to school, pull up your pants, you AINT gangsta!""

Posted by: melissa at November 16, 2006 01:08 PM

I am sitting here in tears from laughter. I absolutely live for your blogs. I wish you could just stay home and blog all the time. All Laurie, All day!


White & Nerdy,

Chris

Posted by: Christina at November 16, 2006 01:11 PM

It comes in a Tupac!!! I've never posted but man, the comments you get are ALMOST as good as your posts! Too funny..

I'd roll with ya anyday!

Posted by: Monica at November 16, 2006 01:13 PM

On a day when I received my final divorce papers, you made me laugh (which didn't seem possible a few minutes ago) so this one's for you (and all the rest of us who have to learn to accept that we are "blessed" with the juicy booty):

"Turn around, stick it out. Even white boys got to shout, 'Baby got back!'"

Posted by: silverparrot at November 16, 2006 01:14 PM

I love your blog. You never cease to make me smile and laugh. You rock.

Posted by: Jennifer at November 16, 2006 01:14 PM

Thongs all the way, baby.

(pssst!! did you ever quit smoking?)

Posted by: Jules at November 16, 2006 01:44 PM

Bob looks so debonair even when he's working the gangsta vibe. You are too damn funny, write that damn book, willya???

Posted by: Sue F. at November 16, 2006 03:00 PM

http://www.urbandictionary.com

Posted by: CheezeMom at November 16, 2006 03:04 PM

Hilarious. Because there's nothing better than white people spouting gang slang they don't know the meaning of. Reminds me of a friend in grad school. New Yorker. Looked Jewish, but was, in fact, Irish-Italian. Actually looked a lot like Woody Allen, but was always talking about his "peeps" and how he rolls. Cracked me up.

And, just some random info to make you laugh...

A close friend of the thong wearing persuasion did a summer exchange thing in Spain. The obsessive lady she stayed with was found by my friend one morning scrubbing my friend's thongs spotless. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "anal retentive," eh?

Posted by: Krista at November 16, 2006 03:33 PM

I need to tell you three things:

1. Love your blog. Love it. I actually get worried about you when you haven't posted for a few days.
2. You have introduced the phrase "because that's how I roll" into my everyday conversation patterns. I think my friends are hoping it's a phase. I'm hoping it's not.
3. Re: yesterday's post -- yes, the passion can last, and yes, it is possible to find a man who is funny, sexy, smart, handsome, and great in bed, all at once. Before I met my husband, I had never had a relationship last longer than a year, mostly because I lost the spark long before that. I've been with my husband for almost 10 years and he still takes me from zero to "let's do it!" with a single touch.

Posted by: Laura Y. at November 16, 2006 03:49 PM

I am peeing in my pants from laughter. Hey if you figure out how to get cool animated stuff spring from your nether regions pass that one along... I could use some of that mojo.

Posted by: janel at November 16, 2006 03:57 PM

totally made me laugh out loud and get busted perusing the internets by my boring coworker. and now i have "i like big butts and I cannot lie" playing over and over in my head. you are hilarious.

Posted by: gaile at November 16, 2006 04:28 PM

note to self: water with lemon juice imbibed during the reading of a CAP post will end up snorted onto computer screen. Drink at your own risk.

Ok, too many things to even pick one to comment on.....My coworkers now not only know that I'm not working, AND they think I'm crazy laughing out loud by myself...

Posted by: Christinita at November 16, 2006 04:46 PM

Holy crap, you're wicked funny somedays. (Many days). Are you this funny in person? Your coworkers must love you.

Posted by: Mary in Virginia at November 16, 2006 04:51 PM

Laurie-
Oh. My. Gawd. YOU rock- I am so sending this link to my darlin' sistah's at Charles Drew University- they laugh so hard at my sorry bad-slang-using ass (is there anything more sadly, pathetically funny than us day-glo white girls trying to be "Down"?) that they are gonna LOVE YOU!
And who doesn't love them some Aunt Pearl? Can I get a shout out to our Laurie's cah-razy lovableness? Ho! Hey! Ho!
(yeh- I'm sad-sorry-and-SO-white)
But FYI to you gents- unless the lacy undies are VERY soft (and thus, VERY expensive) the lace is ROUGH and so not anything you want wedged into the nether regions or near your "pink parts". If you want an idea of what an all-lacy thong might feel like to wear for a girl, get a fresh bit of clothing with a lacey edge, open your mouth, and rub it slowly and steadily against the underside of your tongue and the corner of your mouth. Yeah-THAT'S why only strippers where cheap lacy thongs--'cuz 1- they get PAID to and 2- They DON'T WEAR THEM FOR LONG!!

Posted by: Susan at November 16, 2006 04:51 PM

Thank you for making me nearly snarf radioactive neon orange Doritos (which also rhymes with peloncito).

Posted by: dani at November 16, 2006 04:58 PM

I can't WAIT to read this post to my husband. And he gives ME crap for talking gangsta?

Funniest post EVER! You are hilarious. Word.

Posted by: no-blog-rachel at November 16, 2006 05:41 PM

An' we kno u aint frontn!

Posted by: demondoll at November 16, 2006 05:49 PM

Laurie,
This one had me laughing out loud! I have been reading your blog for some time and never left a comment - I get dizzy scrolling down to what would be my place in the queue.

I have to listen to this shiznizzle every day driving my teenage gangsta back and forth to school. It is so contageous. I am someone who never uses the n word and sometimes I find it rolling around my mind like a tin can with a penny inside on the floor in the backseat of my car.

P.S. Try Carefree pantiliners glued directly onto the seam of the crotch of your pants. You will never need to wash underwear again!

Posted by: Yarnartist at November 16, 2006 06:09 PM

It is entries like this one that make me call my husband to the computer. And he laughs harder than I do.

Posted by: Ellen at November 16, 2006 07:28 PM

you crazy

Posted by: maryse at November 16, 2006 08:13 PM

LMAO yo yo baby pop!!

Posted by: Toya at November 16, 2006 08:47 PM

What a great sense of humor! I rarely laugh out loud at blogs but yours has me crying! Thanks for the laugh. Word! *crosses flabby white arms and points fingers in all directions*

Posted by: balou at November 16, 2006 08:52 PM

Holy crap, that was friggin' hilarious. Thanks for the laugh.

Posted by: lomara at November 16, 2006 09:40 PM

you are so funny with this uh...slang? hope your thongs get warshed soon! VPL just ain't cool.

Posted by: jae at November 16, 2006 10:31 PM

Yeah, no offense to Miriam, but no way is the .40 caliber popular enough to eclipse the forty ounce in thug vernacular. It's all about the Olde E, baby. You hit somebody with a bottle of that and they stay down. Speaking as a semi-suburban, semi-housewife. In my hood we get a lil rough when the neighbors don't clip their lawns exactly 2 inches at exactly 2 weeks.
There's a great conspiracy theory about the establishment and the 40 oz. malt liquor. (I say great because it's big, and kneejerk reaction 'haha!' but actually pretty d@mn plausible) And, sheeeeeeit if there wasn't a video on youtube of Martha Stewart guzzling some on Conan, but NBC yanked it b/c of copyright issues.

And amen to Target's microfiber thongs.

Posted by: Wendy at November 16, 2006 10:45 PM

Yarnartist,

What if the pantyliner came unglued and fell out your pant leg as you're walking...just saying...

Posted by: Valerie at November 16, 2006 10:51 PM

Very very good.

Posted by: Manicmind at November 16, 2006 11:15 PM

Oh my Gawd, Laurie! That has to be one of the funniest things ever that you have written. I'm just dying over here from laughter.

Posted by: Debbie at November 17, 2006 04:17 AM

"Word to your meow mix provider"

OMG that is way funny!!!!

Posted by: Yvonne at November 17, 2006 06:56 AM

That microfiber Target heinie-floss IS good. It's comfy. Plus it stretches, so if you have to whip a powerpoint out of your tuckus it won't ride up. Or down. Or whatever.

Alas, the only rolling I do is over the top of my jeans, and don't nobody want to rap about my muffin top.

Posted by: tammy at November 17, 2006 07:14 AM

No junk in insid'at trunk, eh? Haw. Help, god, I just aspirated my coffee.

Look like you heading 4 advanced gangsta. The next step is really making a video of yourself doing the c-walk, as you threatened citizenofthemonth. I know we would all MUCH prefer that to another video of your bus ride.

Posted by: Dana at November 17, 2006 08:33 AM

How do we nominate this for the Perfect Post awards?

Seriously. I snorted--at work. Very, very funny stuff. You rock, girl.

Posted by: Tara at November 17, 2006 08:54 AM

Cool...a new nickname for the boy. HEH. He'll love it.

Posted by: LL at November 17, 2006 10:46 AM

Laurie- I love you!! That was too funny!

BTW-"what it do boo?"

word.
Heidi

Posted by: IdahoHeidi at November 17, 2006 08:15 PM

... you all up in my grill homey...

you is da bomb, sista girl..

Posted by: lu at November 17, 2006 09:31 PM

You can solve them panty lines by going commando.

Posted by: samantha_in_the_valley at November 18, 2006 12:43 AM

Hi Purl,

Just found my way to you via Roadchick's website. I have been meaning to check it out forever and just now got around to it. This is only my 2nd post to read but I think I may be getting hooked already. "You mean semicolon" Rotflmao!

Thanks for the laughs

BD

Posted by: Briliantdonkey at November 18, 2006 08:28 PM

I must know: are you this funny in real life? 'Cause I don't see how ANY ONE could get ANY WORK DONE with you around. I'd be blowing Cheetos out my nasal passage.

Posted by: pdxwoman at November 19, 2006 12:28 PM

Wiping the tears from my eyes - this was so stinkin' funny! SOOOOOO absolutely what I needed! From now on when I am working on projects I will think of you trying to make your button in flash work and the big butts song.

Posted by: Maxi at November 20, 2006 04:12 AM

I recently attended a party of many jingle singers (people who sing commercials) and I met the meow, meow, meow lady!

Posted by: Deborah at November 21, 2006 10:28 AM