lizs stirring the pot...good or bad?

“Someone had to ask!”

“bad and she needs to be punished.”

“Damn, I guess everyone is all drama-ed out...”

“I'll take McKinley for one thousand, Alex!”

“Lizs is smoking pot?”

“She did say she was going to the doctor. For medicinal purposes only, I'd guess.”

“I think it can be beneficial, if treated with reverence the euphoria-inducing drug it is. Smoken, not stirred, however.”

“Maybe she's in a van down by the river.”

“Good, except if it's about me. ;-)”

“I don't think it's good or bad, just annoying.”

“Hang her!”

“Y'all better watch out. Piss off lizs and she'll get Marvin Gardens after you!”

“I'll have my foil hat ready.”

“Lizzy ain't no kind of threat. She's Iowan. Harmless.”

“I think lizs is really a man in disguise.”

“Just wanted to know what people thought of private trips. I'm a journalist. I have the proverbial inquiring mind. Have heard some people gripe about them lately, so I asked.

Ummm... I did not use a thread title of "Private Trips... Inherently Evil" OR "Private Trips, do they piss you off?"

Thought it was a fair-minded question. I did note in my post that people had used pseudo derogatory terms in the thread. So we found out they were used in jest and not serious.

Where I'm at -- maybe just the cynical and quite straight-forward newspaper background, but I've run across it elsewhere in this area -- people who say things like that often are getting a jab in while doing it. Kind of a "ha ha" - POW. But the people on the thread said, not so.

So....... there ya go. Private trips are private trips. Most think they're great and some don't, just like with anything.

If I have any other deep, deep questions I'll throw them out for discussion. Just the kinda wild and crazy gal I am...

Now... will someone get Lyra's monkeys off me? I'm trying really hard to stir this pot of monkey soup!!!”

“Oh that's it! She's a witch! Burn her at the stake!

JK :)”

“LOL! Haven't we been down that route before??? But I'm still here so I MUST BE a witch...... OR MAYBE I'm just g-d (using the Nigal spelling)

mooooooooooooohahahahaha”

“Yeah, the Nigal spelling.
If he spells the entire word, the universe will unravel.

Does you soup have little hands floating in it?”

“Another case of bias in the media!!!!!”

“MONKEY SOUP????

beeyatch is goin' DOWN!”

“I prefer shaken not stirred.”

“Cream of monkey?

Monkey vegetable with barley?

Manhattan Monkey Chowder?”

“Monkey-ka-bobs?

Pureed monkey soup?”

“Monkey Cordon Blue?”

“lizs tacos?

MarkO's brains milkshake?

Snake Eyes omelette?

lumberzac's meatballs 'n spaghetti?”

“Good luck findin' the brains, kiddo. >8^P~~”

“How many snake's eyes in an omelet?”

“MOO HAA HAA HAA HAAAAA”

“lyra, go to Dolly Sods Friday.

Unknown TT'ers are holding monkeys.”

“LOL!”

“Uh, will be holding monkeys.....hostage.

You can foil a nefarious plot........and join one hell of a party!
>8^O”

“Are you sure they aren't just going to be holding their monkeys?”

“"holding monkeys," LOL! sounds tempting. ;-)

well maybe i'll try to talk the Tarpster into it. last weekend i said we should go to Dolly Sods this weekend, and he said the road up there would ruin the new car (??)...you'd think it was his freakin' baby or something! LOL.”

“Yes..... bring Tarpy.....

I need a new cranium to inhabit.

thud slup thud slup”

“
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.



Act iv. Sc 1.”

“A certain select group of peeps are about to have birthdays.
A couple of them emailed me.

I want everyone to know, twiggy and lizs are very very very very very very very BAD girls.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

They do not bake cookies, btw.”

“yeah but twiggy cooks up a mean rabbit”

“bunnybuns? wait, my bad, that's bunnyboiler.....”

“I wonder if the pot she uses to cook lobster is the same one she uses to boil bunnies with.”

“I just hope it's not big enough for me to fit in.”

“And someone ELSE who's greasy and grimy and who needs cooking (but shall not be menionted here) is having a birthday, too!”

“I think my goose is cooked.”

“William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.”

“hummmm - lobster stuffed rabbit - sounds interesting”

“That is disgusting!”

“This is funny...my daughter saw an ad for lobsterfest and asked what it was about.

I said it's like a party day for the lobsters in the tanks at the grocery store, and that they put little party hats on the lobsters suspend a disco ball over the tank, pump music into the water, etc. etc.

I got my usual "Daddy!" that I get when I tell her a big whopper like that.”

“Yes it's all the same pot, and I bet I can make you fit Gopherguts!

I got a burn permit, so they'll be plenty of boilin' goin' on in my neck of the woods this weekend!”