Wednesday, September 19, 2007

 

YAWP! YAWP? YAWP! YAWP! YAWP!

YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! ER!

YAWP! YAWP! ICE-T! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP!

YAWP! YAWP! DR. ER! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! RIKER! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! DEMOCRAT! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! P.O.S. YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! COLORADO! YAWP! YAWP!

YAWP! BIRD! YAWP! YANKEEBEAUTROTHED! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! REALLY?

BULL! YAWP!

YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! BAILEY! YAWP! YAWP!YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! DAMN! YAWP! THINK! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! HOUSE! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! DICKEL! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! READ! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP!YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! GOD! YAWP! MOVE! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP! CHRIST!

YAWP! LIBERAL! YAWP! YAWP! YAWP? SHIT!

--ER

Comments:
Dude. Seriously. What have you been on lately?

kiki
 
OK, OK, OK, you convienced me, I'll buy your lunch at the Cattlemans. Email me.
 
I've just about had a belly full of people telling me where to head in at.

So here. People can make whatever the heck they want out of it.
 
PLEASE let Drlobojo buy you lunch! You can't stay in a mood when someone buys you cow flesh in the middle of the day! :)

(Drlobojo--saw your post at Trixie's linking to your felines. Love the tuxedo face!)
 
Dear Lord yes, go to lunch and let Dr. buy!! Jiminy Christmas!
 
ER, do this! ER, do that! LOL

Y'all just take all the YAWPs and the little tidbits of ER's bloglife sprinkled throughout, and make yer own post to suit y'all's selves.

Pbhtth!

Now, if y'all will excuse me, I have an early work-related lunch date with a couple of people I think think they can buy my lunch to get influence -- imagine! even I were a ho, I wouldn't be *that* cheap! -- and I am pretty sure they are going to insist and I am positive I will cause a scene if they do. It amazes me when people don't believe what I say:

"No, thanks, really, I can't let you buy me lunch."

"We insist."

"No, I decline. On top of it making me uncomfortable, it's a company policy."

"But ..."

"Seriously, no."

"Oh, come on ..."

"Look, I will get up and walk right out the door now right now if you keep on."

"..."

"..."
 
You have influence?
 
First of all, I for one would never tell you what to post. You could post nothing but expletives for all I care. My own concern is a certain mania (for lack of a better term of art) that seems to have entered herein over the past couple days. It is based upon concern. Concern for someone I consider a friend, a friend I have never met, yet both trust and admire.

If you want to "YAWP" as you call it, go ahead and "YAWP". But please allow those who care about you (yeah, I do, so what of it?) to express concern over behavior one can only describe as distinctly odd. I would say more, but I might just trod on your toes a tad too much, so I shall withhold the rest of my thoughts.
 
Ditto!
 
What Geoffrey said.

And don't you just love the face people make when they realize you're serious about sticking to your guns? I've had to turn down lunches in a prior job, and they always seemed to be thinking some combination of "is she for real?" and "am i slipping?"
 
Good thoughts, vibes, prayers, etc., appreciated.
 
PWAY, PeeWay, that's YAMP spelled backwards.
 
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