Good morning/Afternoon/Evening to all you. Heres another T.G.I.F Good Morning thread.
Bonjours Mes Amis! its friday!
The Naughty Patrols Glomp List
Naughty...Yes thats me ok, i admit it! what do you expect i live in the naughty corner, geez!
KingArthur...Busted!
Strongbad...*winky-face* *patty-head* man!
CoffeeMuse...I dragged by the legs to my corner.No easy task!
Rxwoman...Issued with her Naughty Corner visa.
Quakes...because he's a clever pastaboi!
OneKrackedMom...Cos she was very VERY naughty
DocJager...All Doctors are naughty but nice.
Could be you?
Could be your imaginary friend? o.0
I dunno, i ran outa suspects but im looking
If you want to confess to being naughty. . .let me know and your name will appear on the above list till you decide to mend your ways.
What struck me the most this week...
*strokes naughty seat*
I never see any home cooking. All I get is fancy stuff.
~Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh
Queen Elizabeth never learned to make cheese on toast??! I cant imagine never being able to do something so simple as warming a bowl of soup
or making a grilled cheese toastie, always having someone at your beck and call to cook something up for you and the snobbery that must exist in thinking that they
must always cook something fancy for you. If I cooked for them, I would treat them to a simple dinner every once in a while, something like Beans,
Spaghetti or Scrambled Eggs on Toast. I would, I really would!
Beans make you... pump... break wind...let one off, i imagine in Buckingham palace that day, there would be a lot of two cheek sneaks!
Naughty Shenanighans
~The Tomato Garden~
An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his Tomato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincenzo,
who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Vincenzo I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I wont be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I am getting too old to be digging up a
garden plot. If you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the garden for me.
Love, Papa.
A few days later he received a letter from his son
Dear Papa I would do anything for you Papa, except dig up that garden. Thats where I buried the bodies.
Love, Vinnie.
At 4 am the next morning, FBI and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. The same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Papa Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.
Thats the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Vinnie.
Have a great T.G.I.F day, if your new to this thread, welcome and dont be shy to say hello as everyone is welcome.
So till next time...Be Naughty but nice! =)
Never wear anything that panics the cat.
P. J. O'Rourke
Edited by Naughty, 11 June 2011 - 09:45 AM.