Friday, March 23, 2012

Dry as a friggin' bone ~ wait, who's bone...(day 31)


 In order to celebrate not only the arrival of the long-awaited weekend, but the beginning of my spring break, I will be partaking in some tomfoolery and shenanigans with some good friends of mine this evening.  It is due to this merrymaking adventure that my blog arrives early Friday afternoon instead of after I've already fallen asleep in the blue chair in my robe.

So, it's DRY ~ as in I live in a semi-arid climate and it hasn't rained/snowed in a while dry (get your filthy mind out of the gutter).  I wanted to share with you a small collection of things that are potentially drier than the inside of my nasal passages and Justin's Bieber's vajayjay.

Advice: Lotion & White Socks Before Bedtime

Dry Socket: While not actually dry, it involves gross picture of inside of your mouth

No drinks up in there

Wildfires
Dirt sans Water

I have to assume that not only is hell hot, but it's a dry heat

Santorum's Right Hand as evidenced in the following article
http://www.freewoodpost.com/2012/03/19/ive-learned-from-my-past-addiction-to-porn-admits-santorum/

Keep it wet people, keep it wet.

Fryday Stats:
Food: LARGE iced-coffee, LARGE iced-tea,  nachos ~ all kinds of filthiness here, tortilla chips and fake cheese, clear liquids with floating limes
Movement: Mad testing of absentee children, strolling around in sunshine, walking around with toddler, absentmindedly trolling the interwebs

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