I'm lame and can't come up with anything anyone might want to see on my body. I may have to give it up. Here is a link to my favorite past HNT.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
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- SignGurl
- Michigan, United States
- I'm a mother of two amazing daughters. Sign making is my business from design to installation. I had gastric bypass surgery on October 25, 2006 and have currently lost over 200 pounds. There's a fat girl in my head. I'm trying to kill her but she won't die.
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17 comments:
I don't know about YOUR body, but personally I'd like to see Henry Rollins on mine.
Aw, your body is interesting and all, but there's still plenty left to get half-nekkid with! Sometimes a break to recharge is a good thing.
Hope you're inspired next week!
Jenn, a beautiful dish you make too. Happy HNT kinky one. ;)
Jenn, lovey you desrve a break you sexy biotch!
Happy HNT
Hey that's my favorite HNT too!
You look soooooo sexy in that one but you know what it reminds me of:
Woke up in the morning.
Put on my new plastic glove.
Served some re-heated salsbury steak
With a little slice of love.
Got no clue what the chicken pot pie
Is made of.
Just know everything's doing fine
Down here in Lunch Lady Land.
Well, I wear this net on my head
'Cause my red hair is fallin' out.
I wear these brown orthopedic shoes
'Cause I got a bad case of the gout.
I know you want seconds on the corn dogs,
But there's no reason to shout.
Everybody gets enough food
Down here in Lunch Lady Land.
Well, yesterday's meatloaf
Is today's sloppy joes
And my breath reaks of tuna
And there's lots of black hairs comin' out of my nose.
In Lunch Lady Land, your dreams come true.
Clouds made of carrots and peas.
Mountains built of shepherd's pie
And rivers made of macaroni and cheese.
But don't forget to return your trays
And try to ignore my gum disease.
No student can escape
The magic of Lunch Lady Land.
Oh..
Hogies and grinders.
Hogies and grinders.
Hogies and grinders.
Navy beans.
Navy beans.
Navy beans.
Hogies and grinders.
Hogies and grinders.
Navy beans.
Navy beans.
Meatloaf sandwich.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Come on.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Yeah.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, *farting noise* joe.
Well, ah, dreamt one mornin'
That I woke up to see
All the pepperoni pizza
Was a-lookin' at me.
It screamed, "Why do you
Burn me and serve me up cold?"
I said, "I got the spatula,
Just do what you're told."
Then the liver and onions
Started joinin' the fight
And the chocolate pudding
Pushed me with all its might
And the chop juey slapped me
And it kicked me in the head.
"It's called revenge, Lunch Lady,"
Said the garlic bread.
I said, "What did I do to
Make you all so mad?"
They said, "You got flabby arms
And your breath is bad."
Then the green bean said,
"You better run and hide."
But then my friend, sloppy joe,
Came and joined my side.
He said, "If it wasn't for the Lunch Lady,
The kids wouldn't eat ya.
You should be shakin' her hand and sayin'
'Please to meet ya.'
She gives you a purpose
And she give you a goal.
You should be kissin' her feet
And kissin' her mole."
Now, all the angry foods
Just leave me alone
And we all live together
In a happy home
Thanks to
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Yeah.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Come on.
Sloppy joe.
Slop, sloppy joe.
Well, me and sloppy joe got married.
We got six kids and we're doin' just fine
Down in Lunch Lady Land.
No wonder my comment from Madame X was so short... she used up all her words on you! hehe
I had never seen this HNT before... so see, re-runs aren't all bad. Except for the size of those plates. That makes me jealous. I could cover mine with little tiny dessert plates. *sigh*
*wink*
Happy HNT!
nice...plates!!!
HHNT and i have a b-day gift from me to you..
Nothing.... and you come out and tell us you are out of ideas?
Booooo, cop-out. At least when I lack the time or creativity to post, I do the manly thing and just hide.... like a coward.
Come on.... you can do it.
yeah I know the feeling!
Miss ya, I'll just close my eyes and pick my favorite.:)
tc
Lara, I was checking out the size of those plates too.
My review....daring without actually revealing anything. Yet revealing much in that, dinner plates and not tea saucers are necessary. I give it a 10.
It's always nice to find more Michigan HNTers.
Show us a sign, Jen. A sign of times to come...plates are nice, how bout going to demitasse cups, next? *peck*
I so loved this the first time. Very nice repeat SignGurl, it was my fave also. As to the plates, I don't think any of the ladies need to have plate envy. You are are superb.
awwwww
still good :)
Read your last post... saw shall we say, a certain resemblance between myself and the evil monster. A passing glance. A murmer in the night.
Why?!
When did the holidays stop being about the free market?! So much time, so much to do, so little grime, so little to glue. That's when I got angry. Saw Edmonde at the mill, the Gist mill, taking the Gist. Only the Taker of Gist can take the Gist! That's just plain wrong. And I told him so. Maybe next time he'll think. Next time he'll blink. Next time he'll slink through the rink to the base of the sink. Wink wink, next thing to do. Hooray.
And the cow jumped over the moon.
I aded you to the HNT list on my blog. Happy Michigan spring day!
Hope things are going better. Did you ever get your bed problem solved? I think that's the reason you had trouble getting up last week.
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