Not exactley somthing you woud say was a priority for Project Gutenburg.
Where i balance a beach ball on my nose while being whipped by a fat drunken ringmaster named Boris wearing a brown corduroy tuxedo 2 sizes too small for him who used to be a disgraced nucular scientist, where if I drop the ball, i will be slapped into my Cold War Era pet carrier and be trucked nine hours ovor unpaved road to an evil veterinairian who was trained in Bucharest who drinks even more than Boris does to be castrated with a blintz knife.
NO, Granfather, i do NOT have an answor as to why Kellie's breasts are now twice the size as they were last seasen, while Donna's seemed to of shrunk.
NO, i dont know how Noah, when he boght the condom out of the vending machine in the mens room of the Peach Pit, KNEW that David was in the stall takin a crap, so David woud see him, and get jealous. (Jeallous over Donna).
NO i do not know why Noah and Donna ordered the extra hot wax for $10 at the carwash where David works at, when we all know that the hot wax comes out of the nozzol for free anyway, and besides: As pissed as David is at Noah over what hapened while he was in that stall floating his load, isnt he affraid that David woudnt do somthin to mess up his car anyway?
And NO, NO, NO, the girl in the Dutch bangs wearin the cocktail dress that was so high you coud almost see her ass who walked in while Brandon and Steve were interveiwing the other cute girl for a job at The Beat was NOT the same actress who plays Seven-of-Nine on Star trek: Voyager.
Yes... Yes, (i was able to answor one queston 'Yes'): They probly DID make sure that when Valeri, (whose chest is still twice the size of Kelly's, even after Kelly's operation), was behind the bar wiping down the highball glass with the rag, they made sure that she, (A) had her hair up, (B) was wearing the lowest cut dress in the whole wardrobe departmant at 10 in the morning, and (C) wiped the glass down with an unecessary amount of strokes so she jiggled on camera for an extra long perriod of time. THAT i am sure of.
A 'Texas rattlor bite' is when someone grabs a peice of your skin about an inch thick between his thumb and fourfinger and twists. It is usualy on your limbs, neck or ribs, and most of the time you get them from your mom for talking in church when your suposed to be quiet. I get them during certian Fox Network youth dramas.
At first he wanted to remain stuck in the tub so he coud sue the mannufactorer and demanded that his irreconcilable ball stay put, for what he imagined, will be one hell of a drammatic courtroom entrance. So, we bruoght the tub into the house and set it onto the castors from an office chair. By rocking and thrashing his scraggly monkeylike musculor body agianst the walls of the tub, Granfather (who has superhuman strenthg anyway) is able to propell himself around our trailer. (Stairs are still a problom)
After a few weeks of being stuck, the old geezer changed his mind. Now he CANNOT get UNstuck. Also busting him out is not an option because he is afraid of fiborglass splintors. That is a concern that I can actualy empathise with.
"IF'N THE CAR HITS ONE O'THEM POTHOLES IN MY CONDITION," granfather hollared into the speakorphone at my dad and stepmom, "WHY I'LL BE SINGIN' LIKE ALL FIVE BEE-GEES ON HELIUM."
In case you dont remembor the 1970's the Beegees were a group of singors that had high voices.