Tuesday, May 09, 2006

 

Shmoo!

What I'd GIVE for a big ol' skillet of chicken-fried shmoo!

(Shmoon actually came up at work today).

--ER

Comments:
Of course, somebody call me a dang communist for wishin' there was such a thing.

I'll climb a Big Rock Candy mountain, too. While drinkin' Free Bubble-Up. Have some Rainbow Stew for supper.

Speakin' of ... did y'all see where Woody Guthrie was finally put in the Oklahoma Hall of Fame this week?

About. Damn. Time.
 
Dang, I missed the announcement about Woody. Funny thing though, that the notion of Shmoo came up earlier in the week in my world. What a great idea -- I miss reading Lil' Abner.
 
I make my quarterly appearance here in ERville, and you're talking Shmoo?

Ya Commi!! (you asked, and I aim to please:)
 
Shmoo, schmooze, all things to all people.
I don't miss L.A.
I do miss Pogo.
 
The Fort Smith paper stll runs Barney Google & Snuffy Smith.

Revcall that the lil boy chile's name is "Tater."

My all-time FAVORITE strip was when some city feller was visitin' and bent down to pat Tater on the head and said was a handome boy "Potato" was!
 
I never got into Lil' Abner, but dearly love Pogo--have a whole pile of my Grandpoppy's old Pogo books.

Deck us all with Boston Charlie, Walla Walla, Wash. and Kalamazoo!
 
I just have to ask.
ER, are there any Lesbian Shmoon?
 
Hoo hoo. I don't know. But I always wondered about that girl Smurf. :-) ... actually, I had more doubts about the male Smurfs ...
 
Well, here's one for you. My maiden name was Smith. For YEARS my Grandpa Smith had me convinced that Snuffy Smith was a relative of ours.
 
How grandpa-y!
 
I just have another question. Would Shmoo intercourse be a schmuck?

By the way you guys lay off Smurfett. She's a Goddess.
 
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