Saturday, December 18, 2004
Heard about the Cox-Ucher wedding? Maybe the Papp-Schmeer nuptuials? Probably not, but now you can spend endless hours making up your own un-seeming matches. Scour your local paper, there may be actual weddings that could tickle a funny bone. Maybe the Blowe-Jobb blowout. Grab a phone book and start looking. They have to be real names is the only catch. Of course if you live in a community like mine where the phone directory can be printed on a matchbook, it may not be much fun. So the next time... Sign in to see full entry.
Warp factor 1225.
“Mr. Sulu, what are our present course co-ordinates?” “Keptin, may I suggest a red and green cardigan pull-over sweater with some cuffless Khaki slacks topped off by some patent leather brown penny-loafers!” “Snappy as that sounds, what I really meant is, where the hell are we?” “Oh, yeah, that, well Keptin we are approaching Ert.” “You mean Earth?” “Yes Keptin, Ert, ees zactly vat I sed, you got hearing problems?” “Where is our port of call this time?” “I believe Jim we are putting in at the... Sign in to see full entry.