Comments on: It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: The chirpy smoke detectors & glorious naps edition

By: Jodi

Jodi — Thu, 10 Oct 2013 20:57:10 +0000

In reply to todd. I told my niece & nephews that part of my ashes had to be spread by a certain tree at the State Fair.

By: todd

todd — Wed, 09 Oct 2013 20:43:11 +0000

A co-worker and I made an agreement. After I keel over, and whatever good organs are harvested, it is my wish to be cremated. For fifty dollars he will take my ashes and scatter them from the state fair’s sky ride. Over the food courts a dust storm will fall, landing on unsuspecting soft targets. The winds will blow the remainder into my nearby workplace, perhaps choking a few.

By: Jodi

Jodi — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 02:56:38 +0000

In reply to Susanna. I could never watch that show. People eating weird things makes me want to vomit. I lived with Sister #4 for like nine months and we fought all the time because she wanted to watch. . . um. . . Fear Factor (i think that's what it was called) during dinner and the idea of people eating bugs makes me gag.

By: Susanna

Susanna — Mon, 07 Oct 2013 19:50:15 +0000

I didn’t used to mind the word “creamy” until I watched a lot of “Bizarre Foods” with Andrew Zimmern. He would say, “mmm, creamy” whenever he ate something that even weirded him out, say, 10,000-year-old duck testicles. So now for me, “creamy” is a synonym for “mind-bogglingly nasty and best not even spoken of.”