Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

There are so many stars in the sky. And oh boy if you knew what I've been up to lately you would all be jealous.

Today I went for a run on the beach and had a Greek salad for lunch. The feta cheese here is so good. As you would expect.

ooh, your anus humor is appreciated --

and close to the truth

one night before mars had attacked my dad who looks like Tom Skarrit (don't know how to spell that) stuffed a pillow in the back of his denim shorts and dropped it like it was hot while my cousin and her little friend sang:
my mom is short and fine, she's got a butt like mine -- very high brow!

Well I ran into the girl who ditched me while skinny dipping. She was traveling the other islands with some Spanish playboy she met. Claims he can give her more than I ever could. I don't know what she is on about.

I got a little sun burnt because I fell asleep on the beach yesterday. When I woke up there was a nude volleyball game going on next to me. The way I woke up was the ball hit me in the head. All the young happy men urged me to play, so being a good sport I did. Today those guys left for Mykonos.

Today I flew to Kinkoras for a quick moment to have a Guinness. They now open at 8am. Then I flew right back again.

Even though you seem to lead a rather Bachanalian existence, much of the information you espouse in threads such as this falls under the category of undesirable banal minutia, leading one to wonder why such an expressively loquacious individual would fathom that others desire to know such things.

myke

myke, pronouns need antecedents -- at first I thought you were talking about the plural you, then you said individual; are we all diddling in dishwater?

I'm not making fun, but that would be nice. I read this post that someone made a while ago and said to myself -- what the hell is this person talking about?-- only to realize I had written it.

I diddled in your neck of the woods last week . We spent the night in our friend's condo at Myrtle Beach

the last time we were there we tried to buy beer on a Sunday and got shot down; then this time around we went to the liquor store at 7:30 pm only to find out it closed at 7:00 -- it's state law? The Southern Baptists! SoCo is more like Southern Discomfort.

"Diddle" is a word my dad used a lot. I think "Are we all diddling in dishwater?" was the best usage of dishwater I've seen here yet, and very funny. It's almost a philosophical question, you see. Good for you, Sarah. I really think we need to have a poetry contest on Paxacidus where each person writes a poem about ditches, dullness, dishes and water or any combination thereof. We could really come up with some brilliant and hilarious stuff, I think. There's a lot of latent talent around here.

But that word "diddle" also makes me think of "getting it on" for some reason. So if you
diddled in that neck of the woods...ha ha ha.

I can just see McC around the fire with his grandkids "Well you see, back in the day, it was all about dishwater..."

"Dishwater, grandpa?"

"Yes, sonny. Let me tell you a story..."

yeah I think diddle can mean to have sex or to masturbate or to waste time -- it's a fun word.

We have what is known as 'blue laws' here which restrict all kinds of things from being sold on Sundays as well as the time stores can stay open. Alcohol sales in most areas stops at midnight Saturday night and doesn't start back until 24 hours later. Very backwater I must admit. A lot of areas have gotten exemptions over the past few years and the laws are slowly being whittled away. Very slowly though. Tatoo parlors are also illegal in this state. Everybody goes either to NC or Georgia to get them.

Myrtle Beach ... now that's a tacky tourist mecca. Not a big fan. Much prefer Charleston. Wonderful city.

Speaking of grammar ... I never did understand what a dangling participle is.

myke

Myke,

You've spoken to the nerd in me, and the nerd loves to speak back:

A dangling participle --they are what makes writing funny (to nerds mind you):

Walking to Myke's house, my shoe fell off.

About Myrtle Beach you're right, I used to feel the same way, but I married this guy who makes me do all kinds of tacky tourist things, and he refuses to let me get away with griping -- it is just terrible!

Sarah, what's a diddling participle?

cute, you wonderful one.

So maybe . . .

Diddling at MC's house, the panties fell off.

I think Tom Robbins must be fond of the diddling participle.

That's good. You sexy one.