flying giraffe

this is why i named this website after a flying giraffe, not because i have one on facebook, but because i picture kids at school at recess, and one little kid screams, ''hey look it's the flying giraffe!'' and up in the distance of the sky, theres this giraffe flying up in the sky while all of the other kids are gazing up at the sky. to me, that just sounds very tacky, but thats what i like about it. it looks like it could be on PBS kids or something. on the left is a flying giraffe.
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Baked beans

Once upon a time there lived a woman who had a maddening passion for baked beans. She loved them but unfortunately they had always had a very embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction to her. Then one day she met a guy and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry she thought to herself, " He is so sweet and gentlemanly, he would never go for this carrying on." So she made the supreme sacrifice, and gave up the beans. Some months later, her car broke down on the way home from work. Since she lived in the country she called her husband and told him that she would be late because she had to walk home. On her way she passed a small diner and the odor of the baked beans was more than she could stand. Since she still had miles to walk, she figured that she would walk off any ill effects by the time she reached home. So, she stopped at the diner and before she knew it, she had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home she putt-putted. And upon arriving home she felt reasonably sure she could control it. Her husband seemed excited to see her and exclaimed delightedly, "Darling, I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded her and led her to her chair at the table. She seated herself and just as he was about to remove the blindfold from his wife, the telephone rang. He made her promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned. He then went to answer the phone. The baked beans she had consumed were still affecting her and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable, so while her husband was out of the room she seized the opportunity, shifted her weight to one leg and let it go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of pulpwood mill. She took her napkin and fanned the air around her vigorously. Then, she shifted to the other cheek and ripped three more, which reminded her of cooked cabbage. Keeping her ears tuned to the conversation in the other room, she went on like this for another ten minutes. When the phone farewells signaled the end of her freedom, she fanned the air a few more times with her napkin, placed it on her lap and folded her hands upon it, smiling contentedly to herself. She was the picture of innocence when her husband returned, apologizing for taking so long, he asked her if she peeked, and she assured him that she had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and she was surprised!! There were twelve dinner guests seated around the table to wish her a "Happy Birthday"!!!
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a couple posts back, i told you about this girl that is ''different''. well, a couple days ago, she gave me a spell. yes, i said a spell. ok, that's just weird. so, of coarse i read it. here's what it said,

Spell, see the fairies
get a bell or chime get pudding, honey, or honey cake and put some water out
and say, ''calling all fairies from your bower, come to me this golden hour,
come to me on fairy wings see the treats and creamy things.'' ring the bell
or chimes with the food under it. wait untill the morning and you will see
the food gone unless it's to cold.

i did it and it attracted deer and squirells not faries.
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i was thinking, and i figured out that i am not gonna write in huge print anymore. it just makes me feel uncomfortable. i dont know why, but i just dont like it.


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cats and dogs

i'm writing in huge print today because if you are and old lady and my blogs are to small for you 2 read, now im writing in bigger print. i really dont know what this has to do with cats and dogs, but i am just writing something sorta about them. they dont like each other. there, thats my blog.
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smileys

:(

:l

:\

:)

:D
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Wizards and faries

i once heard this girl, and she said she was a wizard. she also said that her two best friends were some fairies. to me, that's pretty weird. i am being dead serious. i mean, i kinda feel bad for her because, nobody's gonna really belive her. who would really believe that this girl, just tells me, her 2 biggest secrets,
1. '' I am a wizard.''
2. '' And, my 2 best friends are fairies.''

she's ''different.''
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Cupcakes

i dont know why but today i was thinkin' about cupcakes. i dont know about you but, i think the store bought cupcakes just taste kinda crappy. i think the home-made cupcakes taste a lot better. :-). i hope you agree with my opinion.... now i crave cupcakes... home-made of course.
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The Magic Pickle

whenever I look at a pickle, I think it looks magical. It looks like it could be a superhero or something. I bet in pickle world it is a superhero, and saves little sweet pickles. this is not the only Unique thought. I am just preparing you. So, look out for more weird ideas thoughts.


P.S. i wrote this in green because it thought it may get you in pickle mode.


P.P.S i like to drink pickle juice. aka . pickle blood!

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