Joelle: as my father would say, “Horse on you!”
Joelle: I think that’s the old fashioned version of “Sucka!”
Kathy: does it have to be a horse?
Kathy: or could it be like a buffalo
Kathy: or a wooly mammoth
Kathy: or
Kathy: a dead chicken
Joelle: “dead chicken on you!” does have a nice ring.
Kathy: decomposition brings a new aspect to it.
I realize the only people that will get this are those that use Yahoo Messenger and know what that Audible sounds like. I tried to find a recording of it to no avail. Still, I must save it for posterity.
Over a salad, Kathy and I were perusing our new guilty pleasure, TrueHookupConfessions.com. If your eyes are virginal or you’re pure of heart or… whatever, don’t read any further.
Kathy on pets:
Joelle: I want two or three weiners.
Kathy: doesn’t every woman?
Pretty soon she’ll have a whole woodland creatures comedy set.
Joelle: I need one of those remote light switches like in the infomercials.
Kathy: you need The Clapper!
Joelle: yes, but when I have sex, it might be like a disco. *hustles* Ooee ooee!
Kathy: *slap slap slap slap slap*
Kathy: ball to ass contact should be a caveat on the box. “Clapper may not work if you shave your beav.”
Joelle: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a theme.
Joelle: Is there a new way to export from Blogger? I haven’t done it in ages.
Kathy: no, I’d have to look it up in the docs
Joelle: Blogger makes it such a pain in the ass
Kathy: I know. Moving from Blogger to WordPress is a breeze
Joelle: God, not to Expression Engine it isn’t. I have to export to MT first, do the hokey pokey, then use the MT import utility.
Kathy: Exporting Blogger is like… “crap an anvil, step left, sew a quilt, then download this patch, then call this 800 number, then eat a sardine upside down, bake a cake backwards, enter this key number in the space provided and… voila!”
Joelle: Mmm…. breezy.
I love this woman so much.
Kathy: I am so effing off its not even funny
Joelle: off? how so?
Kathy: huh?
Kathy: dicking off
Kathy: wanking it
Joelle: oohhh!
Kathy: procrastinating
Kathy: choking the Internet Chicken
Joelle: ok, I am so blogging that…
We’re both on tight deadlines and we’ve been having a lot of, let’s say, “challenges” with the outsourced development of a particular project, which was supposed to be delivered yesterday morning.
Kathy: he told me 3 hours so if its not in my lap at 1:30
Kathy: hell is opening up and asses will burn.
Joelle: *sizzles*
I always enjoy her metaphors. 
Yet another glimpse into a work day…
Joelle: So, have you ever caught yourself doing like some weird dance and then thought, “what the hell?” and looked around like someone was watching you?
Kathy: hahahaha. yes. all the time.
Joelle: I was just totally doing a funky dance at my desk
Kathy: I did one earlier when i got out of the shower lol
Joelle: was it like a funky chicken or like a roger rabbit? cabbage patch? hustle? or just your own interpretive dance?
Kathy: it was kind of a version of a roger rabbit but with less oomph
Joelle: lol! mine was kind of a combo of the Snake and that 70’s dance where they look like they’re hitchiking. Kind of like a hand-jive, I guess.
Kathy: I was just doing the chair bounce as we speak
Joelle: sometimes it’s just the neck
Joelle: *neck*
Kathy: HAHAHAHHA *neck*
Kathy: speaking of… i need some actual music to do this to
Joelle: wait, you had no music?!
Kathy: no hahahaha
Joelle: truly the beat of your own drum, sister. *neck*
So, it’s possible you’re thinking we’re a little weird or just found out you’re not alone. Surely we’re not the only ones who’ve done this. 
So… what’s your “move”?
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