Mully, you KNOW what the people are like on the Plains. . . Try as you may, you can't bully genius, mon petite provocateur. Meanwhile, I do want to point out that the name IS "A Shining Example of Human Potential," not "A Shining Example of Human Productivity."
Gregg, I thought you had a stinky pickled sausage monkey on your back. Man, Florida has really changed you. Next you'll be dining on top-shelf potted meat product, or, *gasp* blue ribbon headcheese. Some Swissian buys some of your art, and two weeks later you totally sell out, dude. It's like I don't even know who you are anymore.
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I hear you on the "can't bully genius" line. Genius or no, though, maybe those non-posters have lives.
well of course they have lives...just not lives worth blogging about
Good golly, I bear my tortured cheese laden soul to you caty, and you box me about the ears like a lowly ceramist. I mean you even used French terms in the same article/slander. From now on I'm refering to my monkeys as FREEDOM MONKEYs! There is my new Freedom processed cheese monkey ad my old freedom pickeld sausage monkey - hell, I might go out on a Freedom Bender with the two of them! A menage a' trois of processed freedom! Ummm. "Tijuanna Mama" brand pickled sausage served bareback with provacitive processed cheese-kinda makes your mouth water -yes? I'll even make a little "flavor hole" in the cheese to pour in the drainage from the plastic wrapper package!
So waddaya think of my lovely monkey now Mademoiselle? - You did have a good point about human productivity...
Freedom Monkeys. (Insert Peter Griffith laugh here.) That is funny.
If you think your fromage indulgences are heavenly now, do you want to know the secret to experiencing true, rapturous pleasure? Eat your favorite pseudo-cheese flavored product while you are reading books from your local public library. It's paradise on earth -- see, technicaly they're not your books, so if they get stained and greasy it's totally not your problem. I love to check out, oh say, Freakonomics, and read it while I snack attack a bag of Old Dutch Crunchy Curls. Add a little splashy mocha latte to the mix and you feel like you're getting away with murder. . . .
not that i'm assuming i am the genius associated with the 'can't bully genius' line . . . but, yes, it's true . . . i do not have a life worth blogging about (is it a coincidence that blogging sounds so much like bragging?). and i don't care who knows it!! i own it baby!!. you want to see blogging?? huh??? you want to see blogging?!?!? well, my friend, you have woken the savage beast now!!! oh yeah!
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