Monday, June 19, 2006

 

MEME Bandwagon

I just can't resist.

Brenda needs to be far away in a safe place
Brenda needs to think (personally, thinking is vastly overrated)
Brenda needs to tell Sonny something (perhaps that I am going away to a safe place?)
Brenda needs a makeover: "Brenda's stuck in the '80s! (Google is criticizing me?)
Brenda needs to shake things up a lil bit , get > gangsta , and go bak to the old scool , old style > brenda , make a trip to her stoner boys (um, right, I was like this in the 80s?)
Brenda needs the shoes (yes-a nice shoe sale would be just the thing)
Brenda needs to remain hospitalized (likely as a result of fighting over the last size 8 sale priced pair of shoes )
Brenda needs lots of space (Is google calling me fat?)
Brenda needs the uplifting support of her wacky Village pals (wanna be a wacky Village pal? Applications are going fast.)

Surveysez needs turns up squat. Guess one side of me has everything it needs.

Comments:
I wanna be a wacky village pal. Purty please?
 
Me too!

*acts wacky*
 
Take an application from the clipboard and fill it out. Remember to sign it.
 
I'm the first to turn in my signed application from the clipboard! Do I get to pick which Village People I am?
 
*signs application*
 
I think momma could be the indian chief, and carey could be the black leather biker dude, cause it would look good with her blonde hair, however, far be it from me to assign roles. It's your choice as first applicants.
 
Yes! I sooooooo wanna be a village pal!
 
I think I remember when Brenda had to tell Sonny something.

Do I need references for my application?
 
I wanna be a wanna be a wacky village pal too!!!

Am I too late?

*fills out app & signs it quick*

OK! Who am I?

Momma should be the cowboy because she's from Texas!
 
*snort*

I accidently typed "I wanna be a wanna be..."

ROFLMAO!
 
Sam-your soapy roots are showing!

Yes, I guess momma can be the cowboy if she prefers, but you can all decide among yourselves who you want to be. And when we're all done, we'll have a rousing chorus of YMCA.
 
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