Comments: HELP!

Hahahhaa. Poor thing.

posted by sadie on February 12, 2006 06:44 PM

buried alive?

a pretty thing like you buried alive?

doubting it....

posted by armywifetoddlermom on February 13, 2006 08:52 AM

As I sit here and sip on my Scotchy,
I'll say a "Requiescat in Pace"
For Miss Key Monroe,
Because I don't know
If she's dead, or just green and blotchy.

posted by Elisson on February 13, 2006 04:02 PM

Um, Key hain't daid. Her blog is. The blog is buried. I see my Mongoloid readers have migrated here. Or, actually, they migrated to me from here. Should have been a traffic meter agent posted on the Bering Straits landbridge way back when. Checking zee papers. But, yes, Elisson, I suppose they are one and the same. For she do not interact except here.
Damn. Did I call Elisson a Mongoloid? Sweet!

posted by Velociman on February 13, 2006 10:11 PM

Tap ... tap ... tap ... Yo, KEY!!! You awake? Tap ... tap...tap. HAYA DOIN'???

posted by Jim - PRS on February 14, 2006 03:14 AM

I would think a wake or at least a memorial service would be in order. A small and dignified marker would be nice too. I guess the blog children will have to come up some sort of fitting speach.

posted by james old guy on February 14, 2006 08:26 AM


If not for that "preening in the mirror" line, you totally could have escaped doghouse on this one... As everything else is true. But I only wash my hair for blogmeets. Ask my ballcap.

I'll be back. You know, when the site of my page no longer makes me cringe.

posted by Key on February 14, 2006 09:12 AM

Uh oh. I screwed the pooch here. Let me aver here, as I have Been To the Woodshed, Peepahs. And the Fanny Get Hot. I Been Beat! That Miss Key do not preen in the mirror. She don't need to, or have to. Apparently she wears a Georgia Bulldogs ballcap to work. All the Hottage is natural. Never meant to imply self-indugence on her part. Just tried to figure out why she was ignoring her child, she being a big foster mom, and all.

posted by Velociman on February 14, 2006 11:41 PM
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