You had them.
And, because I am an oversharing blogger I shall answer them.
Recipe? I would have to say, microwave. That is a recipe innit? Open microwave, chuck food in till heated and eat. Maybe in a sandwich. I am totes lazy.
They will soon be available in my shop! In various sizes and colours. My personal favourite is ‘fat guy in stained underwear masturbating to anime’ as he is the most entertaining.
(please note: There will be no shop. But you can send me all your money regardless and I can send you my toenail clippings. For an extra 50 bucks you can come and harvest them yourself cause I desperately need a pedicure)
Goaldeebug is all:
Since the great pantry cleanse of 2012, sadly no. But I have numerous pictures of them plastered all over my laptop and ipad so Boo wont touch them (WTF??) and considering dressing up as one for Halloween.
Mrs Woog gets all serious like:
Because of Boo’s penchant for pissing freestyle while holding a Nerf gun in each hand, I have had to wait until completely submersible flat screens are available in Australia.
Cause it is the postage that kills ya. AMIRIGHT?
Jusnwoop says in her best granny voice:
Hmmm… well Too is fine. She is currently living with her girlfriend in the next town. I don’t talk about her much because she requested that I don’t. So until she lets me know otherwise it will have to be ALL BOO ALL THE TIME with guest appearances from Moo.
Vanessalillian who was startled awake by my un-rare breast, sought my wisdom:
Well I went to take a picture of them and they wouldn’t all fit in the shot.
And thongs TOTALLY don’t count.
So by MY standards I would say never enough, MPS would probably have a differing opinion but he wears one pair until they smell so bad the hairs on his legs melt so his opinion clearly doesn’t count.
So probably somewhere between 50 and a thousand is totally normal.
Not counting thongs…
Marita propositioned me:
Yes. VERY YES!
And then so did Fiona:
Will there be pancakes? Marita is offering pancakes.
Suz asked the age old question:
Nawwwww… you are now my BFF. Tell everyone.
Maid in Australia ponders:
Just lucky I guess? Seriously chick, they were tiny and at first I was all ‘is that a mushroom on that ladyman?’
Duly noted. I have no idea what got into me. Must be the money lust.
My entire house shimmers. Because my entire house is a unicorn. Yes, I live inside a unicorn. It smells like Fairy Floss.
Kelly goes ape fucking shit with the serious questions:
*laughs so hard she farts* Yeah, this unicorn I live in… BOUGHT WITH BLOG MONEY BIATCHES!
I was bored. True story.
I dunno… you tell me. The trolls say nooooooo.
Email it to me IMMEDIATELY. I have a spot open for Novembers calendar in my shop.
(there is no shop)
Salz makes a fatal error:
You thought this shit was FREE? You have signed up for a billion year contract to the Church of Kelleyology. Monthly fees start at one hundred dollars and an hours gardening.
And I believe it is your turn to come and give me a pedicure.
Did I mention that I need a pedicure?
So there you have it. You had at it and I answered your burning questions.
If you have any more, just add them here and I will do another one some time in the future.