Fragmented Friday

Since I've just got more random stuff to tell you, I figured I'd join Friday Fragments, hosted at Half Past Kissing Time, and which I found on my blogger bud, Yaya's, blog. Her Friday Fragments posts are always my favorite to read because you just never know what this chick is going to tell you. Her TMIFYI's (Too much information, for your information) are the BEST!

I have Blogger's Butt. Farmer's Fanny. Email Erump. I think I my have Posterior Pimples from all of the above.

Incidentally, I am not the only one with ass issues.

Meet my new garden frog, Fred.

He's super cute, right? And yes, I do realize he's sitting in a very feminine position, but I refuse to have a female frog gracing my flower table. All critters are boys for me, unless they're my pet, then they must be a girl. Don't ask, 'cause I don't know.

So anyway, Fred is a little on the fem side, so I've decided he's my gay garden frog. What? Don't look at me like that! Love is never wrong, even for amphibians!

But Fred has other problems. Mainly that he's got an ass crack. Have you ever seen a real frog with a crack? No? Well that's because frogs don't have butt cracks!

But Fred does. Just another reason why I've decided he's my gay garden frog.



TMIFYI (Too much information, for your information) Sorry Yaya, it's too good not to copy.

The other day while showering, I thought I'd dropped the soap, but didn't hear it hit the floor of the shower. I looked around but it wasn't there. I found the soap stuck under my boob! Yep, you know your knockers are ginormous when you can hide cleaning products under them.


Bitch of the week

This may be a new weekly thing for me. Ya know, highlight just one individual who's shown signs of a bitchy side you never knew was there.

This week's honoree? Nikki Crumpet! Yeah, you read that right. Our very own, highly respected, highly regarded and highly loved Nikki has shown signs of being a closet bitch! Why? I'll give you one word: Nepotism. She practices it. Do you know how many harvesting and plowing jobs I, Sweet Lil' Tater, have thrown her way? Hell, I've put thousands of coins in this woman's coffers. But guess what? I can't get her to hire me anymore! Why? Because she has to give all of her work to her daughter, Lindsey. NEPOTISMIST!!!!!! That's got to be one of the worst "ist's" there is!


Stoopid Funny

Ooh, I hope these two girls don't kill me for this, but it just cracked me up so completely that I have to share.

What is you call it when someone follows you, watches you, obsesses over you? Stalking, correct? Well, two of my most favorite blogger buds both referred to this on their posts, on the same day, as... STOCKING! To both Pooba and Donna, I'm so very sorry, but today you've received the Stoopid Funny award!

Aw, don't look at me like that girls! You're both so cute and funny and you know I love ya to death. But it's things like "stocking/stalking" that just make my day! Oh, that and pointing it out to all my readers, and posting pictures of the guilty parties.

The oh-so-lovely Donna

The oh-so-sexy Kelly

I think I had more to write about, but at this point, it might be best to cut my losses and run for the hills. 'Cause Donna is currently in Florida, traveling around in Tassie and could easily drive over here and kick my ass. And Kelly? Well, she's a self-proclaimed giant and she might stomp from Utah to here like Godzilla and kick my ass. Nikki? I'm not afraid of her, or her two little dogs! She can just kiss my ass!

POOF, I'm gone!





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