tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13537757.post2521334955313075873..comments2023-10-12T01:05:43.433-07:00Comments on the gallivanting monkey: bloomerang CPR underwayTina Rowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13982100203591837083noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13537757.post-7918362213636978452007-08-06T18:25:00.000-07:002007-08-06T18:25:00.000-07:00I keep on screwing up the acronym of NLP (Noisy Li...I keep on screwing up the acronym of NLP (Noisy Little Playboy). I write NLB or other such nonsense. The poetic license, however, states that he's too hopped up on jazz and flappers and fedoras to keep his acronyms straight. He's quite young, after all.<BR/><BR/>Now, I'm off to type niwasicu as per the comment instructions.johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12785846372621962650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13537757.post-21320826545285197112007-08-04T00:07:00.000-07:002007-08-04T00:07:00.000-07:00Diary,Mother here. Ask the camel hound how he cam...Diary,<BR/><BR/>Mother here. Ask the camel hound how he came by the materials to distill gin in his tub. Ask him to ask himself. Does he have money? He doesn't. Does...his mother? See? She's not such a wet blanket. <BR/><BR/>Also, ask the camel hound how come - if he doesn't dance - how come when his mother says the word "dance", he starts walking slowly backwards and waving his arms, sporadically kicking a leg, with a half smile on his face. Ask him that. <BR/><BR/>Also, he turns around in a circle.<BR/><BR/>If you can't be up front with your diary, with whom can you be up front?<BR/><BR/>Don't answer that. I already know.<BR/><BR/><I>Mary.</I><BR/><BR/>However, if this were Mary's diary, I would advise her to watch her back. And listen for young men saying "Ilene" in their sleep.<BR/><BR/>The jig is up.<BR/><BR/>Word to the wise,<BR/>MotherTina Rowleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13982100203591837083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13537757.post-88830242635543290462007-08-03T23:02:00.000-07:002007-08-03T23:02:00.000-07:00Diary, Mother has a new paramour. She calls it Blo...Diary, <BR/><BR/>Mother has a new paramour. She calls it Bloomerang. <BR/>Ah good then. She'll fail to notice the speakeasy I've opened with bathtub gin, goodtime ladies, and jazz jazz jazz. "Dance with me?" the gals ask. But I can't dance. No, honestly, I simply don't know what dance is. Though I'm sure Mary could teach me.<BR/><BR/>Yours,<BR/>NLBjohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12785846372621962650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13537757.post-82701728851437128642007-08-01T17:17:00.000-07:002007-08-01T17:17:00.000-07:00No, no, it's okay. It's true, I've been known to ...No, no, it's okay. It's true, I've been known to malinger. You were right to point that out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13537757.post-28553698476608647752007-07-31T22:41:00.000-07:002007-07-31T22:41:00.000-07:00Oh, Bloomie- I never gave up on you, old girl. I K...Oh, Bloomie- I never gave up on you, old girl. I KNEW you would pull through.<BR/><BR/>And, Tina- PUH-LEEEEEEEEZE start tooting your own horn, or promoting yourself, or whatever you want to call it- because we loyal readers are still here pining for you, and would love to hear all about it!Evehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13540373421574507821noreply@blogger.com