Ok Kay....what's a bodega please?

Whew ......Thank goodness you still have your wits about you Kay.

A girl certainly needs to know she still has duct tape somewhere.....just in case!

here ya go, Wallaby:



it's our little cement block shed, for safe storage of animal feed sacks, tools, cement mixer, etc.

but I've learned from a friend that in New York City, bodega means something entirely different, a little store:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodega

and quite amusingly, in mi esposo's first language, bodega means brothel !!

he's from Poland, and he kept laughing all the way through Mexico, at the road signs...

"What's so funny, honey?" I enquired...

whereupon, he informed me that he was laughing at the sign Curva Pelligrosa (dangerous curves, en Espanol)

well, the "curve" part translates to Polish as a VERY bad word!

This has got to be the most interesting (and fun!!) hijack I've ever read!!

This begins with Gazelle's horrible LP experience and is now at the point of a Polish house of ill repute!!

AND. . . . Kay is hoarding duct tape for Empathy Man's next big adventure!!

actually, Kay was deviously plotting a plausible mechanism whereby our dear empathetic PAL can suddenly acquire DOUBLE VISION.

and busily designing a suitable eyepatch...



yesterday, coming home (as a passenger in the truck), I realized there were TWO (slightly offset) roads coming AT me!

thus, I am now sporting part of mah schweeetie's Halloween costume.....

can I "Arrrrrggggggggghhhhhh" over in this thread?

after all, it's Piratically Correct, isn't it?

I mean, now that it's irretrievably jacked to the moon and back, via some anonymous bodega, with a pit stop in a brothel, and bypassing a BOA ??

up next... I'm-a gonna whang chung!! ol EM's calves, repeatedly!

It is not obvious what it is when you have eye problems...so don't worry...it does NOT look like a bald eagle at first glance.

She'll drink anything...and she likes her coffee decaf! Don't let her fool ya! There's no such thing as strong decaf!

You know what, this I believe. Count me in...you 3 need a chaperone! LOL!

Well, just apply that duct tape at a "sensitive spot" on EM's body then rriiippppppppp it off ever so slowly and I'd say that ole' EM's eyes will cross without any problem!

Just a short acquaintance and you know me so well.... Lumley's Necroscope series has nothing on me!




Well said wussy woman who drinks her large hint of sugary flavored CoffeMate with just enough coffee to turn it slightly beige.

I've made pots of decaf so strong that it's turned people away. HA!! (take THAT and see if ya can drink it out of a Lab mug (and I don't mean a puppy face or a beaker))


Oh sure, couldn't ask ME, could you? It's MY thread! I see how it is....


OMG, the first thing that came to mind was bodega was a little store, like a corner neighborhood shop. Then I thought, that's stupid, she doesn't have one of those on her property. My next thought was that hey, maybe it's some sort of place where they keep their "stores." Ok, not too shabby a guess!

Then again, one never knows what you actually grow in Belize. How 'bout dem brownies?

Tell su esposa that I know how to tell him to go do very bad things to a horse in Polish and that I can make a mean halupki.



Yes, we've walked the plank around the original topic many times. We've bypassed cows and spoons, hinted at deism, and con-stricted K's screen from the inside out and the theory about what can fit through certain holes. I'd say that the brothel fits perfectly in there as does the Curva Pelligrosa. Hmm.... What a treasure trove of golden nuggets of wisdom and imagery we've contained into one measly thread.

Ever use the corn starch Argo? Well, I use it to thicken up my gravy. Used to drive my son nuts when I'd use it because I'd walk around the kitchen and all over the first floor going "how do you thicken gravy" "AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGggo" Then I'd do a "Yo, ho, ho" (which is even funnier when you consider the alternative bodega meaning) and return to cooking.

Poor kid, he still talks to me. And better yet, he keeps his hair cut really short--the fuzzy top short kind of haircut--and lets me rub his head casually in public.

His fiance says now she knows where he gets it from. 'Bout busted a gut the first time she told me how the boy runs after her mom and dad in public (he lives with them whilst going to school) and saying loudly in his best disturbed child voice (he's 6' tall), "Mmmmmoooommmm!!! Daaaaaaady!!! Waaaaaaaiiiiiiitttt..........Why do you always try to leave me behind?" He's asked curious things like, "What do you use little pie crusts for." But you gotta love a kid who likes Monty Python and gets his mom a T-shirt with "I fart in your general direction" on it.


EM would be Walking Like an Egyptian if you did the Wang Chung calf routine. But you might get 4.3 for style and 5 for performance.

I'm thinking if you went with us, we'd witness a full, all-out brawl on an airplane, see a fuel truck that says "tanked plane fuel" (not a good sign), and have the plane pull up at the last minute a few times for landing because the air traffic controllers messed up and tried to land us on an occupied runway. PLUS, we'd get lunch or dinner and YOU would end up with a piece of playing card or something in your food and blame it on me.

So did the jury ever come in? After your fun-filled experience, do you have bands?