Connecting Statler and Waldorf

Last time I commented on something I found original, interesting, and a little controversial, I found myself adding a disclaimer to fend off the nasty comments I might (MIGHT) get in response. Uh no. Deleted my disclaimer. IF someone wants to take issue, and IF I happen to notice them taking issue, time enough to react.

When did we let those ghastly old muppets Statler and Waldorf take over and ruin the fun? Back to the balcony with all hecklers! Bring back friendly chat please please bring back banter!




My new year resolution (took a while, I know) - I will try, on all social media, to just comment. No disclaimers. No explaining. No preaching. No apologising. No heckling.

Ïn effect, "I found this interesting, I'm reacting because I'm glad you posted it" .

The average new year resolution lasts what, 3 days? Oh well. This one starts right after this disclaiming explaining preaching apologetic (but at least non-shouty) blog. My next blog will, I hope, be interesting enough to provoke chat and banter. Just preparing the ground here.

(Heckling has so become the norm anyone who wants to practice normal comments feel free to add a completely random comment at any point.)
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They struck me as looks of anticipation or keen interest. wink

In older age I'm completely unconcerned about what is discussed by my partner and her closest. Middle age really is a great period for living - all those trivial things we used to worry ourselves about.
Some things are hard to conceal leaving no room for confusion.

We learn it's OK or even important for our partners to have people to confide in, others to socialise with without us, to have independent interests.....

Look at all this vast knowledge and relationship experience between us going to waste, Molly. It's a tragedy .
I was at a bar and talking with the friend of an ex. Long story short, she started mentioning what she'd 'heard' about me goods (see what I did there?).

Anyway, after a few minutes of this, I stood, undid my jeans and pulled them down enough for her to see for herself.

I zipped up, sat down and said "no need to talk about that anymore, is there?"
I'd have told her you'd heard stories about her bits and expected her to put the runners to rest with a display of her own..
I just wanted to change the subject.
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Well, that ex has a big mouth. Can't keep quiet for 10 seconds. Also a hair stylist in a small town.

She would brag about being able to put her fist in there. Her mouth I mean.
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If plastic is now part of our diet, which of the food groups does it belong to?
Jig, all those women talking so intently at parties aren't usually comparing notes but sometimes women do brood on something and will ask out of the blue "is it normal" or "how would you react" etc. Like the guy who, as part of his kissing technique, ran his tongue between her upper teeth and lip. She always felt he was checking her teeth were clean. We all agreed we'd feel the same. Ick.
BD, I heard the plastic is mixed in with bulk foods like rice to bulk them out a bit more. After all, who chews rice, you'd never notice. I guess that means the food group would be roughage? confused

cool random be happening cool
Why are they called "chicken fingers"? Chickens have toes. We have fingers. Do they taste like chicken?
I've heard we taste like pork. But now that I think about it, the person who told me that resembled Danny DeVito a little bit and could have been a pig in disguise.
I've never heard of chicken fingers confused I know about fish fingers. And that's even odder because fish don't even have toes.
A bit random -

handshakes transfer a lot of germs. Right now, probably better to stop shaking hands for a while.

High fives nearly as bad

Fist bumps yeah well still not safe

Elbow bumps look a bit naff

Namaste - 100% safe and very polite.

However I'll probably stick with a wave and stepping back smartly out of reach laugh
I don't like to brag but I have the body of an eighteen-year-old.

I need to bury it soon because the dog keeps nibbling on its toes.
Women drivers doh no sooner had this blog started it headed in the wrong direction rolling on the floor laughing
After looking at the image of the car w/ pizza slicers 4 tires, I realized how ridiculous that idea was

It would never work with just two.
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Fixed it.
BD, if not too late already, transfer it to the freezer. You can't really say you have the body of an 18 y-o once it is buried. (I've tried)

Namaste in a year with much politics anticipated should be kept traditional. I would find it a little stomach-turning to see the flashing moobs of the very old men in politics who will be trying to meet and greet many many voters scold
Z, rather than heckling 'wrong direction' think instead how many directions the blog has taken and how very much varied information has come in? rolling on the floor laughing

There's stuff about giraffes and bream and greetings and Punch and and and and and - some blogs are a formal meal and some turn into spontaneous picnics yay

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Don't let inspiration go to waste.



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