(laughs hysterically) Ohmigod, are you serious!?!?
So, was your house on the prairie?
I shouldn’t talk, I had the whole “Southern Belle” look going on. I think that was popular until the year or so after I graduated.
Well, not the dresses so much as what’s in’em.
Ah prom dresses. Dig the first one though. you had it going on with those gloves!
Get that woman a parasol, STAT!
Mmm… donuts....
(That one’s for you, wad)
You’re looking good there Broad. Ah, if only we all looked like we did in High School.
I should send you my Jr. Prom photos, you wouldn’t recognize me. I was about 80 pounds lighter thanks to Water Polo. Then, I misunderstood the Freshman 15 as the Freshman 50. Then I just gave up. Working on a heart attack by 35… should be a nice one too.
Phoning it in from the ICU,
Dix
Broad can attest that the Wad used to be quite the skinny wittle wad. Broad was also quite the fetching Broad type individual.
(every time fetching is spelt, wad thinks he might accidentally spell felching, thus changing the meaning udderly.) Haw.
Broad was once hot for the Wad. Wad was once hot for the Broad.
And then they both stopped Liking the Drugs, but the Drugs Kept On Liking Us. Drugs being Pizza, Booze, Chocolate and a 9 inch plastic banananananananananananana.
Then the Wad stopped working out 3 hours daily. Then the Wad fell in with the Broad and her crew of lazy-and-furtive-but-not-quite-shifty layabouts.
And Lo, on the First Year, there was Roma’s. Imagine a thin slab of cardboard with a pound and a half of cheese on top.
Quoth the Wad: “Cheesus Christ!”
Wad’s senior prom picture was probably one of the best ever taken of him. ‘Cept the 115 pounds of soon-to-be heartbreaker next to him in the picture.
Personally, Wad would like to go back to looking like someone who really and truly could bench 350 pounds versus someone who looks like they weigh 350 pounds.
Dix: Wad is told by someone who can “read” palms that he will be living until aged 60 (approx) and then will die suddenly in heart attack / flaming ball of twisted wreckage ramming into a bridge abutment type fashion. So, when you get where wad’s going (and only you two know why) send wad a message in the form of a jelly doughnut.
Mmmmmm. Jelly donuts. Mmmmm.
Hm. ‘pears that the hotlinking is in fact fixed…
You know I have much love for the poofy dresses of yesteryear, as well as the big hair that accompanied. We did look hot though, didn’t we, with our layers of crinoline and hairspray… sigh
And Wad, if you ever feel the need to do any freelance writing I could publish in the paper, gimme a call. Broad’s got the digits. Seriously.
Book of Wad, Chapter Two, Versus Nine to Twenty-One:
And thus Wad spake unto thine Region through His glorious newsprint medium a litany of his divine will. And it was good.
And Wad did grin, and people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats.
Pythonesque,
Dix
Wad,
Been headed there for a long time… since birth if you believe Dante Alighieri’s little novel. Plenty of other wonderful reasons for me to go there since that time, however…
I would pretty much plan on meeting just about everyone I know there except that there’s no afterlife in Judaism other than when I’m revived in 2240 to witness the End of Days. Still, I’m not planning on the Big Guy being all too willing to receive me with open arms at that point.
First round of donuts are on me,
Dix
Well. Wad has blogged his first public blog.
It’s guaranteed not to be as interesting as any posting here. Gernerally wad needs someone to riff off of and riffing offa da Broad is second nature.
So it’s gonna be a little rough for a bit.
’k, except you have to tell us where it is, so we can provide riff fodder.
Oh. Wait. You did. My bad.
WTF?
Some of wad’s finest prose. Actually not prose, since it’s all true but still…
That’s all the wad-ster gets?
mrph.
Screw you guys, I’m goin’ home.
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Dang. Those is tasty.