Actually, as much as I hate to admit it..... John is... Kinda... Sorta..... funny. There, I said it. But don't let it go to your head Mr. Briody, I only said that I think you're amusing. But your still a melted snowball...... A funny melted snowball..... From hell....
This will not do! Life has been terribly busy lately and I haven’t had time to read any blogs. The peasants in my Principality were in revolt so we had to evict them and burn down there houses. It’s a delightful time of the year for such an event with the nip of winter hinting at nature’s approaching severity. They refused to eat my apple sandwiches and bow down to pay homage to my dog. Eviction was the only answer!
Thank you Crusty, I did not trash my alarm clock and unfortunately, God did wake me up. I guess you thought I was like Sleeping Beauty eh? A male version.
Tracy: I could really do with a little excursion somewhere. Why don’t you take me? No, I’m not dead. When I was hanging from the ceiling, someone came and cut the rope and then sent me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped of all those pain killers. Ah well. Maybe next time. And I am your favourite amongst how many Irish men?
Thank you ImNRtist. I get the message clearly. You DO want to marry me. Well join the queue lady! And I’m also upset with Priestling because he did something very naught. All will be revealed….
You are pathetic John. You're like the wolf who decided he didn't want the grapes after all. I'm quite certain that there are MILLOINS of women who can't wait to go out with a funny melted snowball from hell. "join the queue"? No thanks, I'm on my way to heaven.
It's from Aesop's fables. The wolf wanted the grapes, but they were too high for him to reach. He tried all sorts of things trying to get them, but it didn't work. In the end he turned from them and declared that he didn't want them anyway, and that they were probably sour.
Ah John. I don't know anyone else I could banter with like this. I'd be too afraid that they might actually be serious. And then of course I'd have to be tactful in my replies, and be careful not to hurt their feelings. And THAT would get really old REALLY fast. But YOU on the other hand don't even HAVE feelings. And I mean that in a good way.
*laughs*
No, I'm not dying. I only meant, of course, that I am such a good, kind, charitable, thoughtful, pious, and HUMBLE person, that I WILL go to Heaven whenever I DO die. Duh.
Did I say that you DOG was like the wolf? I don't think so. I said that YOU were. Oh and your dog has probably been well fed, although considering the fact that he is YOUR dog...... Well anyway, the point is that WOLVES eat berries, and grapes, and anything that they can get in order to sustain themselves. You see unlike spoiled dogs, wolves actually have to GET their food for THEMSELVES. They can't afford to be finnicky.
MY dog likes grapes. HE can reach them, and would never deny how much he wants them. *sniff in contemp*
You must be in a terrible mood. I'm not known to ever be nice, even on occasion.
I love you beth!!! I love you tracy!!! I love you ginny!!! I love you christa!!! I love you ange!!! I love you dan!!! I love you carrie!!! I love you marcy!!! I love you fr.!!! I love you justin!!! I love you mason!!! I love you everyone!!!
Except you mr. briody. I only kinda, sorta like you.
And that was my attemp at being nice. I think I did a good job.
PS. Why don't you try to make sure that you type the WV where it is supposed to go? You know, so that you aren't signing your name "kyiny" and the like. Or do you just change your name that often?
What? Did you burst into tears between laughing???? I think we both know that you don't really care for any girl but Tracy, and sadly, SHE is betrothed to another. It's all so romantic....
Ah, yes, it does have an of romance about it, doesn't it, Shelley? Also of fantasy. Who is betrothed to whom? I have no idea what you are talking about.
Unless you've found my Scotsman who is going to build my castle in Clear Creek....
TRACY!! I can't believe that you would deny your own beloved! What, you don't want Mr. Briody to know about your betrothed? Tracy, it is too cruel of you. Stop denying it and put poor John our of his misery. You'll only get his hopes up by pretending NOT to be betrothed.
AND you make it less romantic. And less tragic.
Although really the tragedy is all John's, because you love your betrothed, and he loves you. Mr. Briody is just an unwanted third party..... But let's not focus on that. The IMPORTANT thing is that it is TRAGIC! *sigh*
Tracy!!! Can you so quickly have forgotten about DAMIAN!? Oh the tragedy!! Have you fallen out of love with him now that you have amnesia? Have you fallen IN love with Mr. Briody? The SUSPENCE is thrilling!! I'm on the edge of my seat! I MUST know how it all turns out!
Now, about John's strange signature... muokf? hdbvq? He doesn't do it all the time, but why do YOU think he writes those strange combinations at the end of his comments?
Oh dear, I've done it. I wrote a comment that is unaswerable. I have the unaswerable last comment. I never thought I would have to see it come to this... *sob*
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::laughs!:: Perhaps that it so.
Or perhaps he went on another excursion to Rome.
Or perhaps he died.
Oh dear. I hope not. He's too amusing for that.
John...do not let Christa get away with that!
Oh, don't worry Tracy. He's probably just licking his wounded pride after being turned down by every girl on this blog.
Or, maybe he's too busy writing as one of the Anonimi. Hmmmmmm.....
Actually, as much as I hate to admit it..... John is... Kinda... Sorta..... funny.
There, I said it. But don't let it go to your head Mr. Briody, I only said that I think you're amusing.
But your still a melted snowball...... A funny melted snowball..... From hell....
Oh!!! THAT'S where he went!
He is still missing.
Someone ask Justin if he knows where John is. Seems to me he might....
I’m home honey!
Glad to know that my absence was missed.
This will not do!
Life has been terribly busy lately and I haven’t had time to read any blogs.
The peasants in my Principality were in revolt so we had to evict them and burn down there houses. It’s a delightful time of the year for such an event with the nip of winter hinting at nature’s approaching severity.
They refused to eat my apple sandwiches and bow down to pay homage to my dog. Eviction was the only answer!
Thank you Crusty, I did not trash my alarm clock and unfortunately, God did wake me up. I guess you thought I was like Sleeping Beauty eh? A male version.
Tracy: I could really do with a little excursion somewhere. Why don’t you take me?
No, I’m not dead. When I was hanging from the ceiling, someone came and cut the rope and then sent me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped of all those pain killers. Ah well. Maybe next time.
And I am your favourite amongst how many Irish men?
Thank you ImNRtist. I get the message clearly. You DO want to marry me.
Well join the queue lady!
And I’m also upset with Priestling because he did something very naught. All will be revealed….
What’s a “job”?
I spelt "their" as "there".
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...I becoming like Irish P!
Okay okay, I did trash my alarm clock but lied about it.
So sue me, Crystal!
You are pathetic John. You're like the wolf who decided he didn't want the grapes after all. I'm quite certain that there are MILLOINS of women who can't wait to go out with a funny melted snowball from hell. "join the queue"? No thanks, I'm on my way to heaven.
You are my favorite out of two Irishmen, John. I've only ever met two. Actually...come to think of it...I've never actually met *you*.
John. I'm hungry. I thought you were going to come fix something for me to eat...?
You double crossing crowd of *%@#$.!
Yes, ImNRtist is on her way to Heaven. She is such an adorable angel.
TRACY: DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO MAKE THAT JOURNEY AFTER STANDING ME UP LIKE YOU DID?
ImNRtisy isn’t dying is she? If not tell her to explain the “wolf & grapes” saying.
Tracy: Who is the other Irish man? Describe my competitor. Don’t be polite……….(as if).
It's from Aesop's fables.
The wolf wanted the grapes, but they were too high for him to reach. He tried all sorts of things trying to get them, but it didn't work. In the end he turned from them and declared that he didn't want them anyway, and that they were probably sour.
Ah John. I don't know anyone else I could banter with like this. I'd be too afraid that they might actually be serious. And then of course I'd have to be tactful in my replies, and be careful not to hurt their feelings. And THAT would get really old REALLY fast. But YOU on the other hand don't even HAVE feelings. And I mean that in a good way.
*laughs*
No, I'm not dying. I only meant, of course, that I am such a good, kind, charitable, thoughtful, pious, and HUMBLE person, that I WILL go to Heaven whenever I DO die. Duh.
you also spelled "spelled" as "spelt". Hahahah silly little snowball.
I believe you can spell “spelt” as “spelled” and “spelled” as “spelt”.
But probably not in America.
My dog doesn’t like grapes. I tried feeding one to him today.
He eats peanuts when I am filling the containers for the wild birds.
You seem nicer than usual today. Perhaps I’m just in a bad mood.
smgovly
Did I say that you DOG was like the wolf? I don't think so. I said that YOU were. Oh and your dog has probably been well fed, although considering the fact that he is YOUR dog...... Well anyway, the point is that WOLVES eat berries, and grapes, and anything that they can get in order to sustain themselves. You see unlike spoiled dogs, wolves actually have to GET their food for THEMSELVES. They can't afford to be finnicky.
MY dog likes grapes. HE can reach them, and would never deny how much he wants them.
*sniff in contemp*
You must be in a terrible mood. I'm not known to ever be nice, even on occasion.
I love you beth!!!
I love you tracy!!!
I love you ginny!!!
I love you christa!!!
I love you ange!!!
I love you dan!!!
I love you carrie!!!
I love you marcy!!!
I love you fr.!!!
I love you justin!!!
I love you mason!!!
I love you everyone!!!
Except you mr. briody. I only kinda, sorta like you.
And that was my attemp at being nice. I think I did a good job.
PS. Why don't you try to make sure that you type the WV where it is supposed to go? You know, so that you aren't signing your name "kyiny" and the like. Or do you just change your name that often?
[Bursts into tears]
hdvhk
[Rebursts into tears]
kmxmqrd
What? Did you burst into tears between laughing???? I think we both know that you don't really care for any girl but Tracy, and sadly, SHE is betrothed to another. It's all so romantic....
Ah, yes, it does have an of romance about it, doesn't it, Shelley? Also of fantasy. Who is betrothed to whom? I have no idea what you are talking about.
Unless you've found my Scotsman who is going to build my castle in Clear Creek....
TRACY!! I can't believe that you would deny your own beloved! What, you don't want Mr. Briody to know about your betrothed? Tracy, it is too cruel of you. Stop denying it and put poor John our of his misery. You'll only get his hopes up by pretending NOT to be betrothed.
AND you make it less romantic.
And less tragic.
Although really the tragedy is all John's, because you love your betrothed, and he loves you. Mr. Briody is just an unwanted third party..... But let's not focus on that. The IMPORTANT thing is that it is TRAGIC! *sigh*
[Slits wrists]
muokf
No, I think an overdose would be easier.
Change that to:
[Swallows all his M&Ms at once]
hdbvq
Ps. How can one slit one’s other wrist after slitting the first? Surely, you couldn’t use the hand with the already slit wrist.
Actally I think I've worked it out.
I must deny that I know him, Shelley, for I really do not! I, uh, have amnesia! I've forgotten! Please, do remind me!
John. Don't be so morbid. It scares people.
PS. *Why* do you keep typing in the WV at the end of each comment?
Tracy!!! Can you so quickly have forgotten about DAMIAN!? Oh the tragedy!! Have you fallen out of love with him now that you have amnesia? Have you fallen IN love with Mr. Briody?
The SUSPENCE is thrilling!! I'm on the edge of my seat! I MUST know how it all turns out!
Now, about John's strange signature... muokf? hdbvq? He doesn't do it all the time, but why do YOU think he writes those strange combinations at the end of his comments?
Oh dear, I've done it. I wrote a comment that is unaswerable. I have the unaswerable last comment.
I never thought I would have to see it come to this... *sob*
I think Christa is rubbing off on me.
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