Lambatomy — the forbidden dance of lobe.
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June 13th, 2007 at 9:48 am
or should it be lambadamy?
cast your votes
1. lambadamy
2. lambatomy
June 13th, 2007 at 9:52 am
My posts are getting shorter and shorter. Some day, I hope to achieve the perfect one-word post.
No, naughties, I did not say that my POST was getting shorter. You know better.
June 13th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
Oh Mr. Squirrel,
Did I hear you say you’d like to lambada ME?
You never know, I just might say yes.
J
June 13th, 2007 at 7:51 pm
Hey Mr. Squirrel,
If you lie your wooden thingy will grow and grow and grow.
Do you lie Mr. Squirrel?
It would explain your very long post.
June 13th, 2007 at 8:36 pm
Lying makes it grow? This is great news for every guy who ever lied about penis size.
June 13th, 2007 at 8:45 pm
Well it worked for Pinocchio…well that’s what School Marm told us.
June 13th, 2007 at 9:14 pm
Naughties, it’s okay to tell me. I’m sure Marm won’t mind. Does she watch a lot of animated puppet porn?
June 13th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
YOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO Mister Squirrrrrreeeeelllllll~
Your Naughties just told me you may have some interest in the theater. Is there anything special you’d like to see? Something of interest off Broadway?
Perhaps this summer we could take a little field trip. What do you think? You, me….the Naughties?
Yours truly,
S. Marm
June 14th, 2007 at 4:18 pm
Ah, the thea-tuh.
Will there be popcorn?
June 14th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Popcorn? I suppose if you want popcorn there will be popcorn but I know for a fact Mister Squirrel that the Naughties and I prefer a delicious foot long. There is a fine little vendor with a weiner cart just around the corner. When you steam them up they swell and get might big.
Will you treat us all to a footlong Mister Squirrel?
Yours truly,
S. Marm
June 14th, 2007 at 6:59 pm
Where is Rosalind?
June 14th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
Hey Mr. Squirrel,
I’ll share some popcorn with ya! I like it with lots and lots of rich melted butter. Yes I like it buttery and I just love licking all that warm salty butter off my fingers.
Oh Mr. Squirrel I’ll make a deal with you. If you lick the butter off my fingers I’ll lick the butter off of your fingers.
Whaddaya say Mr. Squirrel? Do we have a deal?
J, the N of the N
June 14th, 2007 at 9:18 pm
Licking makes me giggle. Do you want me to giggle?
June 15th, 2007 at 6:05 pm
Good News Naughties!
There has not been one sighting of Mister Squirrel today. I think he may be off to NYC to buy tickets for some fantabulous off broadway play. You know this will be an outstanding field trip girls. Think of it! A play, popcorn, and NY weiners steamed plump until they POP!
What other reason could there be for him not to be in the office today?
S.Marm
June 15th, 2007 at 11:06 pm
Mister Squirrrrreeeellllllll~
Where art thou?
I’m feeling a bit theaterish.
June 16th, 2007 at 1:02 am
I’m having sleeping problems this evening. I’ve tried & tried and I just can’t seem to fall asleep.
Any suggestions?
Any body?
June 16th, 2007 at 11:54 am
New Word of the Day
LOST
meaning: as not to be found
word in a sentence: Mister Squirrel is lost.
Follow-up: Anyone seen Mister Squirrel?
(I hope Mister Squirrel is not LOST to us forever.)
June 16th, 2007 at 8:14 pm
lobe,
lost, and
love
are all 4 letter words Mister Squirrel. Additiionally, they all begin with the letter L.
June 16th, 2007 at 9:52 pm
and
Luck
June 16th, 2007 at 9:57 pm
How does one know when one is feeling theaterish? Can you describe the symptoms?
I do like this word.
June 16th, 2007 at 10:08 pm
Bulletin: Tomorrow is sleep-in day. No need to get up before 7:30.
June 17th, 2007 at 9:12 am
Oh Mister Squirrel you are such a dear.
I took advantage of the offer and slept until 8:45. Now I must drink my coffee…..hazelnut cinnamon flavor.
Thank you so much. I really needed the sleep.
S. Marm
P.S. The Naughties were up until all hours last night Mister Squirrel. Hope they didn’t keep you UP. You need your rest. BTW, they’re still asleep. Let me put the mic to the door for you. Can you hear them? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh Mister Squirrel.
June 17th, 2007 at 9:13 am
Must be Johanna talking in her sleep again. She does mention you a lot.
June 17th, 2007 at 9:30 pm
Mister Squirrel must still be in church praying for our souls.
June 17th, 2007 at 9:39 pm
Okay, it’s 9:30. Everybody up!
June 17th, 2007 at 9:48 pm
Are you praying for me Mr. Squirrel?
J, the N of the N
June 17th, 2007 at 9:49 pm
Are you up Mr. Squirrel?
June 17th, 2007 at 9:58 pm
9:57. Everyone back to bed!
June 17th, 2007 at 10:03 pm
Nighty night Mr. Squirrel.
June 17th, 2007 at 10:03 pm
Night Mr. Squirrel.
June 17th, 2007 at 10:04 pm
ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz
June 17th, 2007 at 10:06 pm
Sleep well Squirrelman.
Nony
June 18th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
Oh Mister Squirrel,
On my way into the office this a.m. I stopped into the nearest Dunkin’ Donuts Coffee Shop. Purusing the bins of scrumptous donut delights I saw the latest in D.D. sticks. This newer one was a jelly filled stick. I had to get one Mister Squirrel. I’m a very weak woman when it comes to sticks. I bit into the stick and the oooooey gooooey sticky icky filling came gushing out. The sweet sticky filling was all over me Mister Squirrel. It was most unlady like but most necessary that I lick my hands and fingers.
OOOOOOOOO, but was it sweet. Still the glazed stick is the best.
S. Marm
June 18th, 2007 at 3:25 pm
A lady must take care not to get it on her hair.
April 18th, 2008 at 9:53 am
[...] left in the English language. This list of fake words will include such favorites as Neurotica, and Lambatomy and Passhole. When the list is complete, I will make and eat a chicken sandwich. After the sandwich [...]