1. When do you get up?
The alarm goes off at 5:08, but I generally don’t get up until 5:28.
2. Do you pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street?
Oh, I can be pouty, and now, 80 pounds lighter, I do tend to preen. (PS this is a song lyric by the Police. I looked it up.) When I think pouting and preening, I don’t think of the Police, I think of The Rolling Stones.
3. Does it taste like chicken?
Generally Chicken is the only thing that tastes like chicken. That being said, I don’t think I have eaten many exotic meats to the know the difference.
4. This is a colon : and this is a semi-colon ; – what’s next?
The colon is connected to the bunghole. But seriously, I was contemplating this the other day. With email and texting I wonder how long English society will stick with “sentance graphics” and diacritical marks.
5. What do you keep in your picinick basket, boo boo?
SPF 50, a big water bottle, mp3 player and some sunscreen.
!. I awake whenever I’m needed.
@. I don’t think I pout & preen like a cheap tar in a red light district but I landed Thom so I must do something.
#. It does taste like chicken because chicken may taste like anything. It’s the beige of food.
$. Full colon removal is next & then probably death. Can you live without your colon?
%. What I keep in my picinick basket is none of your damn business, Bearman. Go back to the Wrangler.
1. I get up when pussy says to get up. That’s right, I’m pussy-whipped. My kitty has unpredictable rise-and-shine habits, so I wake up anywhere between sunrise and 9:00 am depending on his moods. (I generally get up at 7 or 7:30 depending on when I have to be at work).
2. I certainly pout. As I get older, I preen less. It’s just unbecoming for a gentleman of my age to preen.
3. It depends. If you just plug your nose and chomp, it does indeed taste/feel a lot like chicken. If you merely lick it for a while, it’s kind of slimy and grainy, and hard to pin down.
4. It’s followed by the wee demi-colon. It’s a tiny colon served on a saucer with a tiny spoon and usually a lump of sugar.
5. Purel, beer, a lighter, sammiches.
1. When our alarm clock functions *properly*, we get up around 5:15am. If we don’t have to get up at a specific time and wake on our own, it’s usually around 7. I hate being elderly.
2. I can apply lip gloss and tousle my hair without taking my eyes off the road, which is a lot sexier than getting in an accident while trying to re-do my face in my rear view mirror on my way to work.
3. “Beige of food”. I love it, VH. 🙂
4. Next is the * – bleached, of course!
5. I’m with Eddie on the contents, although I like to pack my sammiches in my dress. However, I would also like to add an umbrella – in case it rains. Or not.
. When do you get up?
as late as possible. can’t stand mornings. don’t even care for you asking me that question. On school days, the alarm goes off at 7 and I am moving around 7:45 am. On weekends, around ten-ish if I can.
2. Do you pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street?
outstanding Police reference, first and foremost. The Police was my very first rock concert… when I was ten. I am fine with each and every red light. After about 4 in a row, though, I start to get victimy.
3. Does it taste like chicken?
what? I know what you want. You want me to make a ‘your mother’ joke, am I am simply above it. Grow up, seriously.
4. This is a colon : and this is a semi-colon ; – what’s next?
you know, I have always struggled with this. I have a friggin’ English degree, and I just finally learned it a few years ago. Here is the deal; anything after the semi-colon should be something that stands on its own as a sentence. A colon (:) is generally used for lists. At list, by me.
5. What do you keep in your picinick basket, boo boo?
your mother, and a bottle of wine.
1. i’m woefully addicted to snoozing, so anywhere between 5:15 and 6:30am.
2. my preening oft leads to pouting due to my uncooperative hair and tired skin. stupid age.
3. rattlesnake does indeed taste like chicken.
4. when colon and semi-colon divorced, the children – comma and period – were left out in the cold.
5. yogi stole my basket. who knows what *he* put in it. probably dead fish and berries.
1. When do you get up?
I would say on average during the week I am up at 745. Weekends are more like 930-10.
2. Do you pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street?
Well I do pout every now and again. Sometimes you need to hunker down in bed and feel like things are so horrible. And preen, well I’m a little modest but there is always time to get in touch with your inner douche…
3. Does it taste like chicken?
I’m going to say no. I think that phrase is just what someone says to get people to try new things.
4. This is a colon : and this is a semi-colon ; – what’s next?
{}—–D
put that in your semi-colon. Sorry that was crude.
5. What do you keep in your picinick basket, boo boo?
Well it is more like our beer back pack. That being said, beer, hand sanitizer, ice. The other bag holds a sheet, SPF 30, and snacks.
Z.) When I have to, which is all the time, which means I never freakin’ sleep!
T.) I pouted and preened with two French Tarts in Versailles. Does that count?
F.) Nothing tastes like chicken because, in fact, the taste of chicken and chickens themselves are an illusion humanity has collectively created over millions of years so that we can eat food that tastes like crap and say it tastes good like chicken.
B.) And thiiiis is a healthy colon! (An old stand-up comic joke where the comic puts his hands together, splays his fingers wide and says to the audience, “Thiiis is a healthy colon!”) Kurt Vonnegut not only predicted the end of books and reading comprehnsion in general, but the end of writing and the ability to write–that’s what’s next. And maybe time travel. That could be next too. Or maybe it already is or was or will be. How about King Lono’s mother? She’s next.
X.) The Picnic Pak Ant-i-Theft Device for marauding, thieving bears.
1) When aroused.
2) No! I friggin’ road rage at red light, so fuck off.
3) “IT” tastes like old tuna…
4) Although this is the dumbest question EVER! I believe the end of man is next.
5) Old tuna, which tastes like chicken .
1)Work days alarm is set for 5am.
2)Maybe
3)smells like fish, tastes like chicken
4)Rectum darn near killed ’em!
5)Sunblock, 2$ in quarters, orange flavor pez, pocket knife, good book