I am close y’all. Today is day 348 for posts in a row. As I look back over the last almost year, I wonder what was I doing on this day. Only nice thing about FB is that feature of having memories pop up. Maybe we could petition WP to do the same. Sure archives are fine but a memory would be icing on the frigging cake doncha think?
Hey youse guys who run the blogosphere make it happen will you? Pretty puhleese with sugar on top. Since I can’t eat sugar, I may as well add that sweet white stuff to my wishes. Too much? Well of course, I’m always too much. That’s the only way I roll.
If you are reading this post you are a favorite person.
What time is it? Game time! Time once again for Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday aka #SoCS aka the place where little Jilly Mac let’s her freak flag fly. Yep I said it. About myself so that is A-okay! Besides freak flag is not a bad thing. According to Urban Dictionary anyways. It says and I quote:
Freak flag = A characteristic, mannerism, or appearance of a person, either subtle or overt, which implies unique, eccentric, creative, adventurous or unconventional thinking.
Let’s move along shall we? Alrighty then. Linda says your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!
Hmm. Think, think and think. All I got for clean/dirty is Orbit commercials like the one that follows:
There are more just like this … the one with the cheating husband
Stinky Mac-Stink face! Says the Lint Licker to the Son of Biscuit eating Bull Dog and the Cootie Queen.
He-lair-E-us. How’s that for phonetic spelling?!?!? Hilarious! Amiright? Nope just mildly amusing? Nope not funny at all? Well that’s still A-okay.
Speaking of Cootie Queen because we were you know, who remembers the kids’ game called Cootie!? You rolled a die (the singular for dice) and depending on the number you landed on you got another part of a bug aka cootie.
I realize this is a video happy post but I wanted proof I had not lost it. Yes there was such a game as Cootie! On any given Saturday 1972 or 73 my brothers and I might be playing Cootie along a plethora of other board games but only after watching Saturday morning cartoons. Ah now that’s the stuff. And I am done.
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