surei: (grin)
I have just recalled a formerly lost bit of memory from '97 or '98, of some silliness involving a rubber chicken and the song "I Shot the Sheriff" (bcaw! But I did not shoot the deputy) in which I provided the female vocals and Daniel interjected the bcaw (with a snap of the wrist that threw the chicken's head back) and rapped about being hungry and how the sheriff was good eatin' but the deputy was too dry and stringy.

Wow. Okay, yeah, I'm grinning now.
surei: (zork)
Dad: Well, I just had a corn on the cob and a big hamburger and boy was it good. ((Or something like that -- I wasn't really paying that much attention at the start of this.))

Me: Yeah.

Dad: I don't get to do that all the time you know.

Me: Mmmhmm. ... You know what? I also had a corn on the cob and a hamburger, and now I'm going to top it off with some ice cream.

Dad: Ice cream? Because you're still hungry, or because it sounds good?

Me: Because it sounds good.

Dad: *makes breathless oinking noises*

Me: That doesn't sound good.

Dad: Your ice cream just doesn't know how to squeak right.

Me: ... no, my ice cream sounds like *sings* Some enchanted evening...

Dad: Your ice cream sings baritone, then.

Me: Or tries to.


Also, apparently a rack of silly is like a rack of lamb, only not cooked quite so well.

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