Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Wine and Whine

Apparently there's some sort of anniversary party over at the Stitch-O-Rama. They've got drunk chickens and everything.

Go on. I'll just sit over here by myself.


Obsidian Kitten said...

Did i miss the party?

What drunk chickens?

That's what I get for sleeping in.


Severina said...

What? Did your invitation get lost in the mail?

Obsidian Kitten said...

I did finally see the drunken chickens over at your stitch-o-rama, and thank goodness they didn't even notice i was still in my dresing gown.

word verification: delehole -- and i'm not even going to speculate this time.

Severina said...

Drunk chickens don't notice anything, fortunately. Or unfortunately, if you tend to get upset over that sort of thing.

I'm trying to imagine embroidering drunk chickens on doilies for the amusement of hoity-toity tea ladies.

"Delehole"? I think I used to call my brother's friends that.

Obsidian Kitten said...

perhaps we should go into the drunken-chicken-embroidering business together.

WV: quidster. definitely some catchy 60s insult, like square ... "Hey, at least I'm no delehole, quidster!"

Severina said...

Drunken doily chickens would probably sell better than my effing jewelry.

Yes. I am totally a quidster.

Obsidian Kitten said...

Drunken doily chickens would probably sell better than anything i've got either.

Quidsters unite.