Saturday, October 20, 2012

Nothin' Says Lovin' Like Somethin' from the Oven






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  1. The Mistress is up late or early?

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    1. The Mistress needs her beauty sleep now.

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  2. Oh please. Like these two eat carbs.

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  3. it's so easy to tell who's
    the boy and who's the girl.

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    1. NORMA: How can you tell when they both have smooth plastic genitalia?

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  4. I'da KILLED for this playset when I was a kid.

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    1. NATIONS: You do realize that typing KILLED in upper case letters is not inspiring confidence in the “Win a Trip to Sumas” Kitchen Queen contestants?

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    3. ...I caint be bothered with your citified notions. I'd rather lissen at this nice albiner feller play his banjer!

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    4. Paddle faster, MITZI.

      I hear banjos.

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  5. That's exactly how I played with my G.I. Joe's....

    ...secretly!!!

    Except that my G.I. Joe always carried their guns when they were cooking. You never know when the enemy will strike!

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    1. JON: Instead of a kitchen, your playset was a mess.

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  6. I think Ms Nation woulda KILLED for my playset too! *wink-wink*

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    1. Is "playset" a euphemism here, Jon?

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    2. I'da KILLED for his euphemism!!! And I have! Many times!


      ...I lead a rich fantasy life.

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  7. Surprised that they're not wearing heels!

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    1. THOM: You know what it’s like after a hard day at the office.

      You just want to kick off your heels, unhook your bra and relax.

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  8. Are those acid wash bermudas?
    And what the hell is going on with his hair??
    Tragic.

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    1. BLAZNG SCARLET: Will the eighties never die?

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