What Happens in Comment Orgy Stays in Comment Orgy, and a Mystery Solved
All good things must come to an end, and this orgy is no different. It was a wild ride, filled with togas and tomatoes, light bulbs and lamp oil, and the honest love between a man and a cat, but now we must move on.
I learned so much about all of you during this last day and a half that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look you in the eyes again. But in the uncomfortable silences and tentative conversations that will surely follow, I will always hold on to the fact that we threw one hell of a party. And for that, I can never thank you enough. Please be advised that a new host has been selected for the next comment orgy, and s/he will kick off the new year with a bang, so to speak. This should give you ample time to rest up.
So now, getting back to our regularly scheduled programming, I give you the results of the most boring and apparently insultingly easy photo quiz ever:
1. Stupid jingle bell
2. Dumb fake little Xmas tree
3. Crappy gift bow
4. Broken yellow Xmas bulb
5. Gross fat free Marshmallow lovers brand hot cocoa
6. Disgust- oh, I can’t even pretend to hate you, sweet delicious little Snowman marshmallow Peeps! C’mere, you!
The two bonus photos were clearly a bit more difficult, so fortunately I didn’t have to give up my blog (Although Nicole frightened me with her ability to guess the first bonus question. Is she psychic, or just a tap dancer?).
Bonus Photo:
Super Secret Double Bonus Photo:
Oh, and the secret theme? Things my cats have tried to eat.
Okay, fine, so they didn’t really try to eat the robot, but if it hadn’t been behind glass, they surely would have.
Thanks for playing along everyone! See you next time!
Filed under: General on December 9th, 2005
December 9th, 2005 at 1:55 pm
Okay, okay…so it wasn’t a hoochie mama skirt – it was hoochie mama shoes. Close enough!
December 9th, 2005 at 3:14 pm
Well, I’m not going to go through and count your comment orgy… er… comments. But I’m assuming it’s safe to say that shame has not befallen the House of Amadeo, right?
December 9th, 2005 at 4:11 pm
woah, do you really wear a 5 1/2 shoe? tell me it isn’t so.
December 9th, 2005 at 4:30 pm
Jess – That’s your definition of a hoochie momma shoe? Dang, woman. I need to take you shopping!
Kevin – Yes, I no longer have to hold my head in shame, for the orgy did not die on my watch.
Jaymarie – Why? Is 5 1/2 small? I do fall down a lot, so maybe that’s the reason. [Okay really, those are baby shoes. My mom wanted me to be a star. Okay really, they’re not my baby shoes. I bought them at Target because I thought they were pretty and shiny. And that’s the truth.]
December 9th, 2005 at 4:35 pm
Wait. Who keeps a robot behind glass at their house??? ***sheesh*** And you wonder why I didn’t want to connect those dots….
But it was one helluva party! Glad *jill made it home OK. Did anyone ever find Romy’s shirt?
December 9th, 2005 at 4:47 pm
I wear a size 8 1/2 or 9. I think that’s huge but people are forever telling me my feet don’t look that big. Yes, this is a topic that comes up a lot. I don’t know why.
Also, for no reason whatsoever, is the robot just behind glass or also locked up? Again, I have no reason for asking. I’m just being my nosy self. Also(ly), is the robot heavy and is the glass very, very thick? How big of a duffel bag would I have to bring to carry — oh, uhm. Never mind.
December 9th, 2005 at 6:25 pm
Dang; sorry I missed yesterday’s orgy! I was obsessed myself with observing the voting in the Canadian Blogger Awards; running around to my work neighbours’ computers screaming, “Quick! Vote now so I can figure out where I stand!!” If I’d known, I certainly would have kicked the door open and screamed into your apartment. Probably something like, “Please, Mr., Please, don’t play B-17!” Or, “Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Fa-lap ball change, Fa-lap ball change!”
December 9th, 2005 at 6:34 pm
Oh… oh… oh… now that’s new! You added BONUS pictures! When I entered my flawless guesses, I didn’t realize that there were going to be BONUS pictures!
Of course, the odds of me getting “gold glitter slippers” and a “tin robot” are rather remote…
December 9th, 2005 at 8:28 pm
Dear Jenny,
When in the hell did you get a robot?
Love,
Vivian
December 9th, 2005 at 10:30 pm
Shari – my cat ate Romy’s shirt. She had to wear Brandon’s corset home. And I don’t have a robot in my house – sometimes I leave my house and go to robot exhibits at the Museum of Science & Industry. I know you want my life.
Patricia – the guards will catch you. Don’t even try it.
P. Sass – Wait… you tap dance AND karaoke? Are you my long lost Canadian twin?
Dave2 – Uh, yeah. You’re the reason I had to add bonus pictures, Mr. Guess-every-answer-30-seconds-after-the-entry-is-posted.
Viv – FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PEOPLE! I don’t own a robot! If I did, would I be writing a blog? NO! I’d be taking over the world! You would all be my slaves!
December 9th, 2005 at 11:06 pm
So THAT’s why you’re all about sneaking out of the house: to go to the Science and Industry Museum and do research for your napoleonesque agenda. It’s all forming a pattern now. And to think I really believed it was for the extra party supplies…
December 10th, 2005 at 12:12 am
I have to say, those gold tap shoes are darling!! You’re like Dorothy, except they’re gold instead of ruby. It makes me want to tap dance!!
December 10th, 2005 at 12:35 pm
I would totally try and eat the robot. I’ve been on heavy painkillers for a week, that might have something to do with it….