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So George and I have decided that we are SO done with Idol. It just sucks anymore. I think we've finally reached the limit...The judges never grow or evolve (especially freakin' Randy 'ssssss' Jackson). The singers aren't good anymore, either. They were when they arrived, but ever since that moron vocal coach got hold of them, it's now like watching an episode of Alvin & The Chipmunks every. single. episode. I cannot for the life of me fathom WHY she forces them all to do that stupid eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh wavery thing with their voices, and I cannot beLIEVE that George and I are the only ones who hear it, but apparently we are, because as soon as the song is over, everyone cheers wildly and the judges just about hurt themselves praising the singer and the song (well...Simon usually doesn't, but the other two dorks.) What I DO know is that I won't be watching anymore. It's just tired and bad and ...who really cares? They'll all be distant memories in a couple of years anyway, even the winner. So...yeah. I'd rather take a walk or write an entry or ...you know... STAB my EYE with a FORK than deal with it any longer.
An' thay-ut's oll ah hay-of ta say 'bout thay-ut.
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Random thought that entered Gracie's mind yesterday while watching an office supply commercial: Who came up with the idea to sell pre-made rubber-band balls? Did they do man-on-the-street research? Library research? What? And who makes the actual balls? Is there a special machine created just to make big ole balls of rubber bands? How much does THAT cost?? And who made the first one? The one they used to pitch the idea to the ...what're they called...the money people? And what's at the very inner core? Is it a special, secret, magical touchstone that gives you the tools to get the *bleep* out of corporate America??? Or just a reeeeeally tiny rubber band? I don't know anyone who knows because nobody ever works anywhere long enough to get to the center (hhhhey, a tootsie-pop would be SO GOOD right now!) Seriously, though, what's the first rubber band in the ball? Is it really small and then they increase in size as the ball gets bigger? Or are they all the same size and just stretched more as it goes? I have to know! Also, does the company sell anything else besides these band-balls? If so, what? How much does a rubber band ball cost and why wouldn't you just buy the box of them instead? Cause I'm sure these are lots more expensive. And I'm betting that people only buy these cause they look kinda cool and have pretty colors. WHY do we need these?? Dude, I reeeeally need a tootsie-pop.
THAT is what it's like in my head. Twenty. Four. Hours. A. DAY.
Yeah, I'm tired, too.
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George n' Gracie Conversation #9,422:
Took place while we were in the kitchen putting away groceries and feeding the dogs.
George: *Sniffle Sniffle*
Gracie: "Are you getting SICK??"
George: *Shrugs and blows nose*
Gracie: "Cause...you know...if you are, you gotta move out"
George: *mutters* "sick o' YOU"
Gracie: "What was that??"
George: *murmurmurmurmurmur*
Gracie: *just happened to have hard paper plates in her hand and realizes they are quite similar to frisbees...decides, naturally, that she really should test this theory and hawks one at George. Yep, yep, it IS like a frisbee!*
George: *Invites Gracie to kiss his balloon-knot*
Gracie: *still putting away groceries, sees a packet of listerine breath strips and holds it up above her head and turns to George to say...* "Ahem. I did not authorize this."
George: "It was in the contract."
Gracie: "WHAT contract??"
George: "Oh, you KNOW what contract, Missy"
Gracie: "Not so much. What else was in this mysterious contract?"
George: "P-L-E-N-T-Y"
Gracie: "Is that right?"
George: "Yup"
Gracie: "I'm sorry, but I simply don't recall any such contract, sir."
George: "May I point you to the clause that states that Alzheimers is no excuse NOT to follow the rules herein?"
I'd like to tell you how it all turned out, but...I forgot.
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Someone Arrived Here Searching For:
"bull durham" worst movie ever made
funny shirt "not mine"
does a pussy of women stink
funny pictures correct peeing
are apple pies bad for you?
pussy gum
smelly american farts
panty dancers
tohellwego
photos ex-wifes
pees on america
gracie porn [bwwwwaaaa-ahahahahahaha!]
friggin french people
how to convey angst in photography
is whiskey flammable
my wife is a selfish, snotty bitch [Ahem. George...I told ya...if you have somethin' to say to me, just SAY it, babe]
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