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    Wednesday, March 08, 2006

    No HNT Today :-(

    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.

    17 comments:

    tami said...

    I don't know about YOUR body, but personally I'd like to see Henry Rollins on mine.

    Robert van de Walle said...

    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!

    Suze said...

    Jenn, a beautiful dish you make too. Happy HNT kinky one. ;)

    Madame X said...

    Jenn, lovey you desrve a break you sexy biotch!

    Happy HNT

    Madame X said...

    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.

    Zephyr said...

    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!

    The Village Idiot said...

    nice...plates!!!

    HHNT and i have a b-day gift from me to you..

    The Great and Might Os said...

    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.

    Anonymous said...

    yeah I know the feeling!
    Miss ya, I'll just close my eyes and pick my favorite.:)
    tc

    Crabby said...

    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.

    Andre said...

    It's always nice to find more Michigan HNTers.

    Hazed said...

    Show us a sign, Jen. A sign of times to come...plates are nice, how bout going to demitasse cups, next? *peck*

    barman said...

    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.

    Shay said...

    awwwww
    still good :)

    The Taker of Gist said...

    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.

    Andre said...

    I aded you to the HNT list on my blog. Happy Michigan spring day!

    Snow White said...

    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.