Bone-a-fide

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Friday, August 18, 2006

Things Puffier Than My Knee:


5 Comments:

At 11:40 AM, Blogger empy said...

Uh oh. There is NOTHING puffier than your knee??? Not even a man with fifty marshmallows in his mouth?

Mmmm...are you headed to Dr. Healey? I hope this gets worked out quick! If you'd like to get into the group without posting your story, let me know.

Hang in there. Tell your leg to hang tight. Cari named her leg George. Have you named it yet??? :P

 
At 7:38 PM, Blogger Bone-a-fide said...

sknu:

Brilliant poem! (Though I wouldn't want anyone to think this is an anti-Dutch site! The Dutch are very nice...most of the ones I've met are tall, which is a lovely trait.)
I especially like the last stanza (I have the power!). And the second stanza gives me an idea for a future entry. Cool. Thanks!

 
At 8:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now, see, the first time I saw this post, there were no pictures there! It just said, "Things puffier than my knee:" and it was blank.

I was scared for you, that you couldn't find ONE thing puffier than your knee! I was up all night frantic (well not really, I was up all night because I tend to be up all night)!

Do that to me again, and the bunny dies.

 
At 8:22 AM, Blogger Bone-a-fide said...

Oh no! That's terrible! I wondered what your comment meant, but thought I was misunderstanding or that you had misread the title of the post. Now I understand, and I agree--that would have been be a dreary post indeed. Next time I'll clarify (because I don't want the bunny to die!).

 
At 7:57 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What about puffy paint?

 

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