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Sgt. Howard wrote:Maybe next ought to have her pole dancing

:/

Naaah... I dunno about you, but that doesn't seem her style...

Y'know what I think she'd try? Rollerskates. Like the waitresses at the old car hops.

*chuckles at a fond memory*
My hometown used to have one of those... Not a Sonic, a real old-school carhop. People would drive their classic cars there to show off... They had those wax bottles of candy and absolutely delicious root beer; I think it was made locally.

Inoughta see if that place is still open...

Sgt. Howard wrote:I'll bet I can put her in that...

It would probably be a lot easier than trying to entice her out of it. . .

GlytchMeister wrote:Y'know what I think she'd try? Rollerskates. Like the waitresses at the old car hops.

If it's a car hop, shouldn't they have pogo-sticks instead?

Though that might make delivering the meals extra challenging. And eating, them, too: "Here's your Coke, shaken, not stirred!"

Thoughts of Crème Brûlée and custard filled Éclair come to mind.

Oh, that our realms might intersect...

Sgt. Howard wrote:Maybe next ought to have her pole dancing

Haaaaay, Non!

PS- I hit the Random button on my way to Monday's strip and I got this;

http://wapsisquare.com/comic/an-essential-member/

TazManiac wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:Maybe next ought to have her pole dancing

Haaaaay, Non!

PS- I hit the Random button on my way to Monday's strip and I got this;

http://wapsisquare.com/comic/an-essential-member/

I DO like the car hop suggestion-

GlytchMeister wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:Maybe next ought to have her pole dancing

:/

Naaah... I dunno about you, but that doesn't seem her style...

Y'know what I think she'd try? Rollerskates. Like the waitresses at the old car hops.

*chuckles at a fond memory*
My hometown used to have one of those... Not a Sonic, a real old-school carhop. People would drive their classic cars there to show off... They had those wax bottles of candy and absolutely delicious root beer; I think it was made locally.

Inoughta see if that place is still open...

we have a chain out here in Washington called Burger Master, they do the whole drive the car up and park, they come out to get your order, and when it arrives, it's on one of those hang-off-the-door tray-holder things... but i haven't been there in so long i don't remember if they do the Roller-Skates or not. and DO i seem to recall a couple of classic cars in the lot once or twice when i went... maybe it's the same thing? not too sure about the menu though, it HAS been awhile...

You can watch 'Guess Who's Coming to Dinner' and 'American Graffiti' and then come out to San Francisco's Mels Drive In and, oh wait, they don't actually serve you at your car anymore... damn.

The last surviving Pig Stand, in San Antonio, has claimed that it originated the roller-skating car hop. I can't confirm that, and the official web site doesn't seem to mention that in a quick survey of it. I can confirm that the chicken fried steak and Pig sammiches are wondrous...

GlytchMeister wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:Maybe next ought to have her pole dancing

:/

Naaah... I dunno about you, but that doesn't seem her style...

Y'know what I think she'd try? Rollerskates. Like the waitresses at the old car hops.

*chuckles at a fond memory*
My hometown used to have one of those... Not a Sonic, a real old-school carhop. People would drive their classic cars there to show off... They had those wax bottles of candy and absolutely delicious root beer; I think it was made locally.

Inoughta see if that place is still open...

'pends on yer hometown. In my old stompin' grounds there was Miner-Dunn(Highland), The Port(Chesterton), Jim Dandy's(Valparaiso)...and about three more that escape me presently.

Only had to hit the 'Random Button' the one time;

http://wapsisquare.com/comic/gimmee-that/



Poor Monica just cant understand 'but you're skinny...'.

Heres some TMI; I once had two barley legal young ladies tell me I could have the two of them, if only I would hit the Gym and bulk up a little.

'Skinny' can go to Hell.

(heh heh 'barley legal'...) <-- I'm leav'n it.

(heh heh 'barley legal'...) <-- I'm leav'n it.

It don't matter what grain that beverage was made from, it don't make 'em legal.

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It's been a very, very hectic past few days (and weeks) for that matter. Before I pack in for the evening, I thought I'd stop on the way home.

I'm currently posting from (Starbucks, but lets just squint a little and imaging it's really Mucho Mocha...) a Coffee Shop.

I should be around the corner at the Prolific Oven eating Chocolate covered, Cream filled, pastries and drinking fresh brewed Sumatran.

but some how I never got that far...

To learn how to write, I put an OC into the Wapsiverse and fiddled around in there for my own amusement. To figure out what he'd drink at Mucho Mocha, I started drinking coffee at age 47, experimenting with different things at the Green Bean, mostly at the one at Camp Taji. So I can't even smell coffee now without thinking about Tina...

(looking nostalgically at pictures on the web, I used to pass this every day to and from work...)

A Google search of images that I got lost in for a while...

Eating a pumpkin pastry, which feels like sandpaper running along my esophagus, drinking a chai spiced coffee blend, and chasing it with nyQuil. I have a cold and need to tame it just until my son gets home from school.

I need to be on my Mommy A-game to deal with the coming firestorm from my son when he discovers his long standing plan of visiting a friend and making his mom some new friends is being derailed because I won't let his buddies or the baby brothers get sick.

It's Friday, and I just can't see a way to keep my meatless Friday(I'm Catholic, was raised this way), when my throat feels like I'm swallowing shattered iphone screens. I don't have enough ingredients to make veggie soup either.

*grumbles while slinking back into the shadows to sulk*

DinkyInky wrote:Eating a pumpkin pastry, which feels like sandpaper running along my esophagus, drinking a chai spiced coffee blend, and chasing it with nyQuil. I have a cold and need to tame it just until my son gets home from school.

I need to be on my Mommy A-game to deal with the coming firestorm from my son when he discovers his long standing plan of visiting a friend and making his mom some new friends is being derailed because I won't let his buddies or the baby brothers get sick.

It's Friday, and I just can't see a way to keep my meatless Friday(I'm Catholic, was raised this way), when my throat feels like I'm swallowing shattered iphone screens. I don't have enough ingredients to make veggie soup either.

*grumbles while slinking back into the shadows to sulk*

A spoonful of Apple Cider vinegar in a glass of hot water to gargle with. That's what I was raised with for throat problems...
I could send over a six of Angry Orchard, it's not vinegar, but appley and if it doesn't work you feel better anyway...

Glytch, upon reading Dinky's post, immediately got up from his iPad and found a shoebox. Into it went a large container of homemade chicken noodle soup (the same recipe as the one his mom used... And her mom before that) and five big hugs.
Closing his eyes, the young man's brow furrowed ad he concentrated... And the portal to the Wapsiholic's meeting hall opened.
Glitch drew up his hood and entered, walking purposefully to the back where a small, ancient dorm-room-sized fridge rattled and growled, and stored the shoebox... After pushing aside several science experiments that seemed to have grown a few eyes and teeth.
Grabbing a napkin and a pen, he wrote a short note telling Dinky to pick up her delivery, leaving it on the central table with an arrow pointing at the fridge.

DinkyInky wrote:Eating a pumpkin pastry, which feels like sandpaper running along my esophagus, drinking a chai spiced coffee blend, and chasing it with nyQuil. I have a cold and need to tame it just until my son gets home from school.

I need to be on my Mommy A-game to deal with the coming firestorm from my son when he discovers his long standing plan of visiting a friend and making his mom some new friends is being derailed because I won't let his buddies or the baby brothers get sick.

It's Friday, and I just can't see a way to keep my meatless Friday(I'm Catholic, was raised this way), when my throat feels like I'm swallowing shattered iphone screens. I don't have enough ingredients to make veggie soup either.

*grumbles while slinking back into the shadows to sulk*

No! Not a Friday cold! Sending many positive waves your way while humming "You've Got a Cold" by 10CC.

Feel better, Dinky da Inky!

DinkyInky wrote:Eating a pumpkin pastry, which feels like sandpaper running along my esophagus, drinking a chai spiced coffee blend, and chasing it with nyQuil. I have a cold and need to tame it just until my son gets home from school.

I need to be on my Mommy A-game to deal with the coming firestorm from my son when he discovers his long standing plan of visiting a friend and making his mom some new friends is being derailed because I won't let his buddies or the baby brothers get sick.

It's Friday, and I just can't see a way to keep my meatless Friday(I'm Catholic, was raised this way), when my throat feels like I'm swallowing shattered iphone screens. I don't have enough ingredients to make veggie soup either.

*grumbles while slinking back into the shadows to sulk*

The Old Sgt. read this epistle and immediately donned his old BDUs from his days with the 921st MASH. Storming over the Ethernet into Dinky-Inky's domain, he wrote out the prescription in a remarkably clear hand that even the greeter at WalMart could read and presented it to she who lurks in the shadows-
to wit-
"One full serving of Matzo Ball Soup, Friday conventions over-ridden by the expert advice of a Federally Certified Medical type who could give a flying flick less about NOBAMACARE guidelines and insurance premiums... particularly where Dinky-Inky is concerned. To be served with a baseball bat on the side should anyone get up in her face about it- REPEAT AS NESSISARY. Make sure it's actually Kosher."
Thus, tipping his hat, he then retreated from whence he came....

Sgt. Howard wrote:

DinkyInky wrote:Eating a pumpkin pastry, which feels like sandpaper running along my esophagus, drinking a chai spiced coffee blend, and chasing it with nyQuil. I have a cold and need to tame it just until my son gets home from school.

I need to be on my Mommy A-game to deal with the coming firestorm from my son when he discovers his long standing plan of visiting a friend and making his mom some new friends is being derailed because I won't let his buddies or the baby brothers get sick.

It's Friday, and I just can't see a way to keep my meatless Friday(I'm Catholic, was raised this way), when my throat feels like I'm swallowing shattered iphone screens. I don't have enough ingredients to make veggie soup either.

*grumbles while slinking back into the shadows to sulk*

The Old Sgt. read this epistle and immediately donned his old BDUs from his days with the 921st MASH. Storming over the Ethernet into Dinky-Inky's domain, he wrote out the prescription in a remarkably clear hand that even the greeter at WalMart could read and presented it to she who lurks in the shadows-
to wit-
"One full serving of Matzo Ball Soup, Friday conventions over-ridden by the expert advice of a Federally Certified Medical type who could give a flying flick less about NOBAMACARE guidelines and insurance premiums... particularly where Dinky-Inky is concerned. To be served with a baseball bat on the side should anyone get up in her face about it- REPEAT AS NESSISARY. Make sure it's actually Kosher."
Thus, tipping his hat, he then retreated from whence he came....

Yer lady love is one lucky gal.

I'm about to take the bedtime dose once the tisane I have given my son makes him relaxed enough to attempt sleep.

Thanks for the well-wishes everyone!