Last bit of Google blather, swear to God
I wish I knew how to quit you, referrers page. (Previously: Avast, ye Googler.)
Googler’s question: Are the calories in cigarettes?
Supa’s answer: No. The calories are in the chocolate cake. The cigarettes are how you stay skinny.
Googler’s question: How do I know if my Gordon Setter is pregnant?
Supa’s answer: She starts crying and can’t stop long enough to tell you what’s wrong.
Secondary answer: She starts watching America’s Next Top Model and won’t let you change the channel.
Tertiary answer: She gets kind of lumpy, right about here *points to abdomen, which is undulating with puppy kicks*
Quaternary answer (Quaternary? Word, is that?): Um, after a while, some baby Gordon Setters come out.
OK. That is all.
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You funny.
so funny, i choked on my thin mints. almost.
p.s.: quaternary would normally have been a “cookie word.” I only have one remaining cookie, so i hope you’ll forgive me.
let me recap: you have girl scout cookies. And you’re not sharing them with the quivery, hormonal pregnant woman who just served up some “quaternary”? You rat bastard.
Well, don’t they have Girl Scouts in Maryland? Get you some Girl Scouts, put ‘em to work makin’ cookies!
Alright, alright…I’ll see how many stamps I have…
apparently Cookie Season came and went with nary a visit from my local Girl Scout. So now I got beef with Brownies.