Alright, Carolyn, here you go. Five weird and wacky lines pulled out of the archives. Just for you. (And anyone else crazy enough to want to play).
If you feel like playing, email me at rottencorrespondent@gmail.com by Midnight Friday and let me know where you found these. In a perfect world I'd have a fab prize for the winner. In reality I know I'll mess it up somehow - just ask Ciara. So this is all for the pure glory of the hunt. (I suck. I know. I'm sorry). I'll write the winner's name in big huge letters. Does that help?
Ready?
1. "Michael," ten year old Surfer Dude said dismissively to his sleeping over best friend, "You don't even know what a hooker is."
2. Must be available at 3 am to move the foosball table from the Beverly Hills house to the Malibu house, by way of a drug pickup in Santa Monica.
3. As I was racing around like a crazy woman looking for the key, he casually suggested that I might want to check the watermelon.
4. My mother leaned into my lap to look at the gauge and say Not THAT high and then she might have cussed just a little bit.
5. "Are you trying to tell me that you can buy a five gallon bucket of lard but you can't buy a bottle of sparkling water?"
Get set...GO!!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
on your mark...
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Oh, goodness. I only know one of them right off the bat. And as much as I would love to delve into the RC archives, I have way too much on my to do list.
Great idea though.
Holy Crap. I laughed out loud at all five. That was worth the price of admission right there. And I was serious about the medical gloves as a prize. But I'm so upset... it's time for bed and I have no time tomorrow to search your archives. Grrrrr. And I really want my name printed in huge letters. Oh well, hopefully nobody will have figured it out before tomorrow night when I'm going to kill it!! I loves me a good treasure hunt.
Those quotes made me chuckle! I'm in and my entry sent!
I'll have to get into the archives too, later today. Although I never win.
Do you actually own a bucket of lard? That makes me a little queasy this early in the morning.
Expect entry soon.
As much as I would LOVE to have my name written in BIG LETTERS,I am chief cook, bottle washer & baby sitter for a while & I have to go!
I would love to delve into your archives! Sounds tempting .... mmmmmhhhh....... no, chores beckon before work!
see, it's lines likes these that are why we love you.
Knit or read archives. My pink sweater is going to languish on the needles I think. I know the answer to only one of them......
Just let me find a darkened corner where no-one can find me and I will give it a go!
I remember very clearly some of these but may not have time to find the others. All very good though, RC.
Done. Whew. I need a cocktail to get my blood pressure down after reading some of these posts. I am a new comer to your blog but feel like I've known you all my life now. And, ahem, you like squishy socks. Well damn girl, who doesn't. If you email me your shoe size, perhaps the sock fairy will knit you a pair the likes you've never known before.
Ok my answers are in, that was fun - let's do it again. I loved reading all the different posts those searches threw up!! Carolyn - RC definitely qualifies for the VSC don't you think - I have seen the evidence today!!
i think i might have to wait until you give the answers ... but it is VERY intriguing.
i'm totally laughing here.
I'm just wondering what it would be like for someone who has arrived at your blog for the first time, and read this as their very first RC post... Actually, I think it would give them a pretty good taste of what it's like!
Ok. My answers are in. Darn friends today prevented me from getting to this until now. Thanks for the laugh a minute. It was lots of fun for a relative newcomer to your blog.
And yes, softinthehead, RC certainly knows how to spin a good yarn. Oh, RC, won't you join our club? VSC
hmmm well let's see, do i enter or do i not? i think i'll let others win the prize they may never get LOL i'll just patiently wait for my pay it forward and liberal college-ville goodness to make it to my door..................LMAO
but seriously, with all you've been going through, i'm not even worried about it. so don't you.
"I reside in Boyville, a run-down suburb of Testerone Town, where the air is permanently filled with the funky smell of wet toilet seats and well-hidden science experiments."
Just loved that.
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