Observations
πΒ SB…Cub ReporterΒ
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Great observations, Susannah.
Got me more than one chuckle…
And I’m glad he didn’t make some smartass comment about you checking him out to notice the fly unzipped…
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Mr. It’s All About Me, deserved not to be told, BUT…WE ALWAYS TRY TO DO THE RIGHT THING HERE AT ATHINGIRL.COM
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Was it difficult to NOT smirk at Mr. All About Me?
No, of course not. When we do the right thing, there is no room for snark…
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Well, I did get a slight charge from the look on his face. Arrogance meeting humility with a little zip, you could say π
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LOVE IT!! π
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You’re as naughty as me. Sigh
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That’s a good thing.π
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Well, at least we’re not dull. π
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Never!
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Just ask Zeke. Woof!
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He concurs!
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Woof!
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You’ve have a whole cross section of the world to observe there, like having your own human-sized ant farm. Great to see your observations through your eyes. π
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It’s because I have nothing else to do…so I observe. There’s a tail…oops…I mean tale, on every corner. π
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Absolute brilliance!
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Oh Frank, you sweet talker you. Brilliance…hmm…I’m basking as I bow. π
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Cub Reporter Nonpareil,
That pug looks absolutely miserable. Or high. Both?
But you’re right, pets know the deal. They suffer our inane humor whilst getting the last laugh every single time. Because let’s face it, they ain’t missing meals and they’re the reason we keep the house temp just right. And why visitors must abide by their rules.
As far as boobs go, its summer so I’m keeping abreast of the situation. I have some rather pointed observations on the subject that I’m probably gonna have to get off my chest before too long.
Tourists are like white noise to me.
I don’t tend to notice free stuff, because my mind is wired to expect a clause.
Forty years is worthy of some kind of award. I thought eleven years was a lifetime, so I’m a lousy judge of these things.
And every time I see one of these “Look at me” dudes having a conversation on his phone with the entire area code, I feel like interjecting shit into the conversation.
Your observations rock.
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I know we whack each other off compliment wise, ooh…such a term from a Connecticut girl but…you write so well. Love the eternal play on words…abreast…and yes, I hear a Soryyless post coming on, like a fever.
Pugs, yes…let’s hope at least that breed is high since they should all have their noses fixed. It’s as if they pressed it against a butcher’s window, just a little bit too hard.
And this Look at me dudes, have gone viral. THEY’RE EVERYWHERE…LIKE DANDY-LIONS YOU CAN’T WEED.
What can we do Mr. Imma? It’s why it’s best we don’t own firearms.
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You Connecticut girls have another side. In your case, I imagine it was a wild child disco queen side.
As for the play on words, I hope I didn’t look like a boob. Okay . . that’s the last one. Promise . . . I think.
That’s the perfect description for those lovely mugs. Alas, my boxer Molly had myriad issues with said nose. She was my little bubble tent girl, always in need of a breather.
Why does a person WANT to be viral? I mean, I know the answer. They want fame and fortune, but come on . . they’re not famous, and the fortune is a short lived illusion for most of these peeps since one creative gusher doesn’t beget another in most instances.
The last gun I owned was a Ruger .44 Magnum Revolver. It was a handsome piece whose utility as a home safety device was wasted. Once my kids were born I put the thing in my safe deposit box because I didn’t trust a safe or gun box. So why have it? Especially considering the fact that I wasn’t enamored with the shooting range life.
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Now I’ll think of you as one of the minutemen who never knew the likes of a safe deposit box. The Right to Bear Arms I think was a little different in 1776, but what do I know? Not much. For me personally, the Right to Bear Arms means going sleeveless.
Alas, those Connecticut Girls.
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“For me personally, the Right to Bear Arms means going sleeveless.” . . .
This quote goes in the Susannah Bianchi IMDB. It’s priceless.
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You’re such a sweet talker, Mr. Imma.
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From the time I was knee high to a grasshopper.
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I’ll bed you were one flirty baby.
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You got me.
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I see you in your stroller sipping a martini tappin’ your booties.
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Three blue cheese stuffed olives, por favor . . .
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A shrimp or two. A little Brie
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You speak my language.
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Susannah’s world is an interesting and entertaining place.
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I’m certain, so is Mick’s…just with a different selection of screwball events to write about…:)
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No, I’m afraid I have neither your talent for observation nor your love of your subjects. I just get angry.
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Oh Mick…I’ll bet you’d have great observations at one of those beloved festivals you frequently attend. π
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I’m never sober enough to remember!
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LOL
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My oldest daughter got a Mexican Hairless when she was thirteen. He’s one dog that actually liked his little coats in the winter to keep him warm. In the summer he needed sunscreen outside.
Bosoms are bountiful all year long in high school,, but the last two months of school give more than an eyeful. Make that two eyefuls. There really should be enforced dress codes. Daisy Duke shorts, exposed midriffs, plunging necklines. Testosterone filled boys do not need encouragement, they’re already fully charged.
I thought I looked fairly nice yesterday in a floaty sundress with tiny buttons all the way down the front. After many errands I waited in line to pick up my salad. Glancing down I saw that two buttons, on the lower portion of my bosom, were wide open. If only I had met you during my first errand I wouldn’t have given everyone a show. At least I had the ladies contained.
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This is an essay in itself Skinny. So funny. Love…make that two eyefuls. π
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And how could anyone, at all, ever be insulted or upset at your observations, um, or your reactions…?
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Some just need to bicker…like a sport.
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I suppose, but still…
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