I am MOJO JOJO. I keep saying that over and over and over - highly entertaining to the child.
Do you need my enamel MoJo Jojo pin? It's enamel. You could wear it in your lapel.
Wash ,'The Message'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am MOJO JOJO. I keep saying that over and over and over - highly entertaining to the child.
Do you need my enamel MoJo Jojo pin? It's enamel. You could wear it in your lapel.
no, quite alright. I have an animation cell with mojo jojo and the girls - that's plenty.
Thanks for the information, sarameg.
[link] Segment 5 for this week. LOVE MY ASTRONAUTS!
Remember when flea lived next door to the fratboys and their horrible parties?
They're now next door to me.
There's a raging party going on in the back yard of the building next to mine with screaming douchebags and shrill, shrieking douchebagettes.
I'd stand on my back porch and hose them down if the hose reached to my deck.
What are the odds that if I whistled loudly and said: "Hello neighbors. Can you not scream? I just put my 2 y.o. down." I'd get a reasonable response.
Skipping and skimming to say that we are home from a long, glorious motorcycle trip. Exhausted but happy.
THUNDERCATS!!!
Awesome. We watch that regularly at my uni's sci-fi society movie nights, in breaks between movies. One of the best kids' shows of the 80s.
What are the odds that if I whistled loudly and said: "Hello neighbors. Can you not scream? I just put my 2 y.o. down." I'd get a reasonable response.
As long as you'll say it with violence, that could work, IMHO.
Yay Scrappy and long, glorious motorcycle trip!
I'm freezing at the computer farm. This can not be 22c, people!
Aside from the five barky little dogs next door, my immediate neighbors are quiet and polite. The funniest incident was getting woken up at ~3 AM on a summer morning a couple years ago when Brazil won the World Cup, because there was some spontaneous cheering hearable through the open windows.
We always got much better responses from the frat boys next door if I was the one who went to them instead of mr. flea. Also, anger got them angry (helloooo, testosterone) but if you were all polite and quiet and "I don't mean to bother you" their nice rich suburban kid upbringings kicked in and they actually quieted down. Best response, of course, was the time I went over 7 months pregnant. Your FBND may vary.