And I don't even mean the kind you eat.
I don't really understand why I've been getting all sorts of spam in my inbox lately, but last night I received this email and it made me laugh aloud.
I mean, for one thing, the name "Hazel" is so traditional and old school, it seems utterly ridiculous to be linked to a porny spam message.
But of course what's more ridiculous is the usage of the term "hoo-hoos."
I thought that a "hoo-hoo" was...you know...down there. Whereas "hooters" (or, as darling Stacy would say, "hoots") are boobies. So I'm wondering if mary actually likes to put "it" between her boobs, or if she's some sort of special gal, the kind who actually has two "down theres"?
Regardless, I have hoo-hoos in my inbox. Hahaha.
And do you think they selected "mary" especially for the holy Christmas season?
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I'm taking a break right now from "cooking." I am endeavoring to make this caramel-y Chex mix-ish thing for a shindig tonight, but you know? I'm not very hopeful about it. I bring it up only because I thought I'd paint the picture of me, sitting at my computer in cat-hair-covered leggings, too-big white wool socks, hot pink Crocs, a t-shirt under a big fleecy pullover, my hair up in a "whimsical" ultra-messy way, complete with headband AND silver ribbon tied around my head because I was wrapping earlier and got a LITTLE PUNCHY. My face is broken out, I'm sniffling and my left ring finger is very sticky.
It is the most wonderful time of the year, and I am the very picture of breezy holiday elegance.
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Ish just read this and said, "I can't believe you didn't make a Cindy Lou Hoo-Hoo joke! You know: All the hoo-hoos down in hoo-hooville liked mary a LOT!"
And then he questioned my true holiday spirit.