Thursday, January 10, 2008

Pregnant Vixens, Sex Tapes and Pamela Anderson

Is something in the water over there on the west coast? It sounds to me like everyone who is female and under sixty five is getting pregnant. I don't have any plans to visit that side of the country any time soon, but if I did, you can bet your sweet acidophilus that I wouldn't be drinking after anyone.

The latest vixen to add her name to the growing list of preggos is Pamela Anderson, the blonde bimbette of Baywatch fame. She makes the announcement that she's having a baby after recently filing for divorce from her husband of three months, Rick Salomon. Rick was Paris Hilton's co-star in the famous sex tape "One Night in Paris."

Gee, what a stand up guy! How could Pamela have possibly known he wouldn't make good husband material?

Have mercy.

We're expecting little ones at our house too. That's right, there's breeding going on and it's happening right in my bedroom!! One of my guppies is swelled up like she swallowed one of the neons. I'm sweating it a little, I thought I had a breeder net left over from years ago, but I don't. The closest place that sells them is over in Scary Hillbilly Town, so I'm debating whether to just order one off the internet. Due to the timing of the little guppy pregnancy, the female with the yellow tail shall now be known as Pammie.

I really need to get out more.

Anywho, there's a gentle, steady rain falling on the holler this morning. I've been in hopes it would cool things down a little, it's been unseasonably warm. The temperature climbed close to 70° yesterday, yet they're calling for flurries on Sunday. I'm not sure how that's going to work, but I'll take any snow I can get.

Louise called in sick this morning and I overheard Bubbles saying she was taking off tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to a quieter end to this week. Those two seem to be the catalysts that cause the most commotion.

I've said this before, many times, but I really need to learn to stay in my little cubicle and mind my own little beeswax. It's just that, when everyone is getting along, I let my guard down and act silly, trying to joke around with people that I KNOW from past experience have NO sense of humor and I end up being put in my place.

At least Lulu appreciates me. Or at least she's too kind to let on if she doesn't.

I'd better get to work, ya'll have a good one. One more day and this week is licked!

Later Taters.

5 comments:

Me said...

Um, swing by the dollar store and pick up a fish bowl, some fake 'grass' for the babies to hide in an a net to grab them up before the Mommy and Daddy eat them.

They have upwards of 100 babies and they will gobble every last one unless you have a place for the babies to hide in the grass or put them in another bowl (or even a mixing bowl from the kitchen).

kenju said...

Snow? You actually want snow? Well, please keep it over there, will ya? I have a hugh wedding to do and deliver next week - and I couldn't handle snow or ice!! After that, let her rip!

Travel said...

At least some one or thing is having sex!

DG

Anonymous said...

LOL! I'm with you DG. At least someone is getting it!! But I don't need no babies at this age.

"Scary Hillbilly Town"...love it! Poor you, Mahala...I hope you find a new job somewhere with people who have a sense of humor!

Jeni said...

Indeed -how could Pamela possibly have misjudged that guy's character so much? Those people are whacked, plain and simple in MY not so humble opinion!
So now you're gonna be a grammie too huh? Best get a place all prepared for those babies or the cannibalistic parents will do them in. Makes you wonder doesn't it about how the species continues to grow if the parents do things like that? That's quite the display of parental love for ya isn't it?
And sense of humor - me thinks it is the people around you who have the problem - not you! Your sense of humor is generally right on top of things and strong as it can be! Don't lose it - just lose the job and find a better one. It's there someplace, kid - just hope you manage to latch on to it.