More importantly, in light of our "gentleman's agreement" to only comment on the most recent 4 blogs, this will serve 2 further purposes:
- It will end the string of St. Louis Cardinal player puns (appropriately at 70 since Mark McGwire was the last pun reference) and,
- Mr. Huge won't have the last word that he covets so much.
As always, thanks for reading.
43 comments:
Ever wonder about the fascination with cars? I mean think about it, they generally depreciate off the lot, require lots of expensive upkeep, and keep us in debt for life as we keep changing/upgrading vehicles. At least, homes will generally appreciate. And remember, that, like people, they are basically all the same underneath all that sheetmetal. . .unless, of course, you have the HugeMobile, which has an extra long power train.
Im not sure of the Acuracy of that prior statement.
Sounds like Mr. Huge is rather Honda himself.
Uranus. . .er, sorry, I meant Saturn. For Chrysler sakes, I thought we gave up puns in this post!
Yeah, just like that "gentleman's" agreement!
I think a gentlemen's Accord would've been a better idea.
Ok. Let's be civic about this before it becomes a prelude for disaster.
That kind of thing happens all the time in Pork Ridge.
Oops, I used the wrong pun string.
Try this...
Was the pig hurt? Maybe you should call a vette?
Or, if I were going for the more esoteric former co-worker puns:
Maybe you should call Yvette.
I was just thinking that you should've gone out to dinner at Chevy's
Very original idea & title for a BLOG. Considering 95% of the world's BLOGS are crap, there are people who really need help.
Here's to all the broken-hearted HTML codes lost in cyberspace!
Cheers!
Unless he's too Jeep to spring for a sit down restaurant.
Sorry, I was so late, but I was Out Back getting a Hummer . . . of an idea.
I spent the weekend at my Villa where I could Park my car in a garage. I'd post some pictures but I forgot my Camry.
I know a guy who has a Hummer Huge2U. Very mini in fact.
I can't resist those Illinois town puns.
I heard Vince Lombardi couldn't afFord to live in Illinois
I think you're trying to dodge the issue because you're niles away.
Why Must you Ang-er me, just because I'm Normal?
Normal?! You weigh a blooming ton! You're so fat you can't fit inside the front door - you probably have to sleep on the back porsche.
Why don't you two just Saab about it? We can have a toast of Champaign when your through.
Champagne tastes good with Rolls and Royceters Rockefeller especially with sweet Vandalia onions!
What?? Other people read this blog! (Peter? Allen?)
See what happens when I leave for a few weeks?
The fascination with cars boils down to mankind's fascination with pretty shiny things.
Hey, our original reader is back! I thought maybe she was out Prospecting for Cobalt. Or perhaps in Hollywood trying to hit the Heights.
Aside to echotig: These Illinois town puns may not mean much to you. I recommend the Texas town string a post or two further down our blog.
I figured she must be at a Villa somewhere, or at least at a Park enjoying the Solstice
I was listening to a Sonata at the drive in last night when the sound went out on my speaker. I ran home to grab a tool so I could fix it.
You could have stopped by IKia and after Schaum-ping, you could have had a Burg-er!
What took you so long to respond? I was groveing impatient as I constantly had my ion this blog.
Sorry, I was romeo-ing around trying to get my ville of good looking girls and chasing some Mini skirts!
I thought maybe you were wheeling around Montana.
Now Cimmaron down, nothing is insurMountable, I'll lend you one of my reject Prospects
I haven't posted in so long you probably thought they wheeled me away on a gurnee. Or perhaps I was dodgeing the blog. Well, none of that is true; I was merely out of town.
Since you were so Lake in responding, I figured you must have won the lotto and got Zurich overnight or any number of Infiniti possibilities.
Don't toy with me. You ota know better. Al sip champagne in the end.
Quit Paseo-ing the buck! I'm really Des-apointed in you. Can't you understand Plaines English?
Yugo jump in the lake. You're worthless.
Last time Wilmette you weren't so bold. I Darien you to say that to my face!
You Grand Prix! (Sorry, I accidentally hit enter in that last post before completing my thought).
I auroraed with laughter when I read your last post. You're nuts. You should see a psychiatrist and take aurorashock test.
I Chenoa what you mean. Almost like a Gremlin had snuck in and took over. Kind of like. . .Gee, I guess, an MC Hammer!
No Lisle. I'm still corollaing with laughter.
I think you should be. . .um. . .Ur . . .Bana from the site since you've been on the Lam lately, and frankly, I'm getting borgh-ed and tired of waiting as you come ini and out whenever you please.
I told you I went Fer away - ari not listening? Perhaps you were too busy lansing that unsightly boil of yours.
This blog is really going South, kind of like Todd Holland-er's career. . . He had such a Bu-tiful swing, and not it's just plain ick!
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