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Auntie Diva's Story Time
Hello, boys and girls....
Auntie Diva's Story Time has arrived..... Occasionally, something of an amusing nature will happen to your Auntie Diva and she will make a story from it. If you want to come and listen, I will bestow up you your "cousin name".....don't argue with me or your Auntie Diva will make you get a switch from her pecan tree. So stay tuned, kids.....Auntie Diva went to the doctor this morning and there's a story right there! I'll be back to tell you all about it. Auntie Diva may or may not embellish. Signed, Auntie Diva, story~teller for the children...... |
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Auntie Diva's Dream
Good evening, boys and girls.....gather 'round....it's time for yet another story from your Auntie Diva......
Your applause is deafening. This is the story of my dream...... Now....I must admit, boys and girls, your Auntie Diva cannot share ALL of her dreams with you....oh no, no, no.....but sometimes, you could find your Auntie Diva's "dreams" on the internets. If you find that you cannot get to them, then you have been blocked, boys and girls, and you will have to wait until you are 21, or know how to hack into Auntie Diva's Gateway. Nevermind. So.....this is the dream about your Auntie Diva at the Miss America Pageant. I SAID it was a dream, boys and girls. I have found myself at the Miss America Scholarship Pageant......now....don't let them kid you, boys and girls.....there is no scholarship involved here unless it's a scholarship for bikini design and fire baton. But in your Auntie Diva's dream, the Master of Ceremonies is Eric McCormack. You remember Mr. McCormack, boys and girls. He was Will of Will and Grace. All I can say is that Mr. McCormack must have a very lame agent, boys and girls, to lasso a gig like the Miss America Scholarship Pageant, that's all I'm gonng say about THAT. But he was a sweet boy. For SOME reason, your Auntie Diva was working in a backstage capacity....I'm not sure what I was doing there....but I did manage to go out onto the stage and participate in a dance number with the girls . I know. I was quite fetching, I must say. I was wearing some long evening gown sorta thing.....and clearly, I had stolen Queen Elizabeth's cape....You know....the red one with the white fur around the edge? Yeah...that's the one..... There I am, boys and girls.....spinning around on that stage like a whirling dervish. I'm surprised I didn't fall down! And so here we are....done with the dance.....and off the stage we go.....and the girls are off to change into their bikinis and Mr. McCormack and I hear the cue music for their bikini competition! What!?!?!?!?!?! What has happened!?!?!?!?! Mr. McCormack is screaming....."Go talk to the audience! GO TALK TO THE AUDIENCE ....... STALL!!!!" So there I went.....out onto the stage! Oh yes I did, boys and girls.....mic in hand! Did I mention there were tens of thousands in the audience? And judges? (One of whom was Fabio, of course.) So I walk out and say, "I can only imagine your supreme disappointment that I am out here and not the lovely contestants in their bikinis, but Goodyear was fresh out. Yes....I know that many of you out there secretly dream of being in a beauty pageant.....so feel free to live vicariously through me." I was hysterical. "But if YOU want to be in a pageant, follow these simple steps, and you TOO can be standing where I am! Here's what You do: First, wait for all the girls to come backstage. And, as they're coming down the steps in their 4~inch, closer-to-Jesus pumps, casually stretch out your foot <exhibit>....WHOOPS!" I am happy to report, ladies and gentemen, that Miss Texas will only be in traction for a month or so." The audience is hysterical, boys and girls. I could smell an Auntie Diva SITCOM...... "THEN....You have a cape made out of some endangered species ~ or, as in my case ~ a very large endangered species.....OR....steal it from the Queen....or A queen...whichever is easiest......and you're all set. "And lastly....you absolutely need to know and master the parade wave. So....hold up your left hands.....you too, Sir....judges? Don't think you can't learn something....get 'em up! Now do what I do..... "Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist, touch the pearls and blow a kiss! And there You have it, ladies and gentlemen! Nice job, Fabio!" And that was my dream, boys and girls.....your Auntie Diva even woke up laughing this morning! It was choice. It would have been nice to see if I won.....but it was not meant to be, I guess...... Signed, Queen for a Day, your Auntie Diva |
Hello children.....gather 'round.....Auntie Diva has a story to tell.....
One day, Auntie Diva went on a trip to the north country. It was a long, long trip. She was on her way to Minnesota to sing for a wedding! Isn't that fun? So, drive, drive. See Auntie Diva drive!!! She crossed the Red River into Oklahoma...where the wind comes whippin' down the plains! There were surreys with fringe on the top and EVERYthing! So, Auntie Diva is practicing her songs for the wedding....la la la .....toodling along..... "My Romance...doesn't have to have a moon in the sky....." It is a good song, boys and girls....one of Auntie Diva's favorites!! "....no castle rising in Spain...." and the castle is rising....the car is rising...and unbeknownst to Auntie Diva, the speed of her car is ALso rising....and as she tops the hill.... LO AND BEHOLD (Yes...this is a vague reference to our Lord and Savior, sweet infant baby Jeebus....) ~ and how good of the boy to wait for Auntie Diva....It was Officer Davis, boys and girls!!!! And because he knew Auntie Diva loves shiny/sparkly.....he flashed his lights for Auntie Diva. Yes, children.....Auntie Diva broke one of the [many] laws of this great land of ours: Do not sing about Spanish castles in Oklahoma!!!!! And the nice Officer Davis smiled as he said "Press down hard, you're making 3 copies." I'll be pressing down on the printing press as I print $220.00 of brand new twenties to send to the lovely bosses of the nice Officer Davis, whose children will soon have new shoes, thanks to Auntie Diva. The end. ~Auntie Diva, Speed Demonette |
Good afternoon, boys and girls!! It's Auntie Diva!!! Gather 'round for Auntie Diva's Story Time......this is another story about your Auntie Diva's trip to the North Country with your cousin Shizzle. (Just G)
It was a lovely day in the north country! The sun was shining and it was oh such a lovely day for cousin Stacy's and cousin Mike's wedding! But before that....your cousin Shizzle and Auntie Diva decided to drive around the throbbing ~ I mean thriving metropolis of Rochester, MN!!!! Cousin Shizzle was driving Auntie Diva's Soccer Mom Van and nearly hit a Pakistani girl. OUCH! That would have left a mark! Do You know how to say "Look both ways, little Pakistani girl! Look both ways!"?? Let's say it together, boys and girls: "Look both ways, little Paskistani girl! Look both ways!" Very GOOD, children! So. There we were! There were piles of frozen snow on every corner...of course, it had been there for so long, boys and girls, it was hard as a rock! And filthy as your cousin Shizzle's potty mouth! No snow angels for Auntie Diva!! There we were....drive, drive, drive! Boys and girls? Did You know that the Mayo Clinic is in Rochester, MN? Oh yes it is! Let's go get our maps, shall we? Minnesota is also called the Land of 10,000 Lakes!! Of course, Auntie Diva is wondering what person in their right mind would have the time to go and COUNT those lakes?!? I'll bet they had a calculator! Which is today's lesson! Good healthy lake~counting ALways requires a calculator! Did You know that the lakes freeze solid, boys and girls? Oh yes, they DO! And today, we saw two brave but ugly birds who were actually STANDING on the lake! They had caught a FISH, boys and girls, and were eating and pecking the bejeebus out of it for lunch! Yum, brave ugly birds! YUM! :eek: Then, your Auntie Diva and cousin Shizzle saved the best for last! Nooooooo....You silly monkeys!! Not THAT! Your Auntie Diva and cousin Shizzle found the big tower on the edge of town that had a giant ear of corn on it....sticking straight up it was! It was disturbing in a way. Your Auntie Diva and cousin Shizzle may post some picture in their galleries soon of some of their poses with their new friend, Mr Corn Cob Stuck On The Tower!!! I'm SURE You could print these out and they would be suitable for coloring! In fact, if You blew them UP, You TOO could have some intense laughter and fun! Your Auntie Diva may or may not have required the Depends on that day. The end. Love You, Puppets! ~Auntie Diva, Lover O' The Corn Cob |
Hello, boys and girls!! It's story time again....!!!!
Well.....Auntie Diva and cousin Shizzle left the quaint yet lovely corn cob capital of Rochester, Minnesota ....on our way to The Kansas City, MO. It was windy, windy, windy, boys and girls! But that didn't stop your Auntie Diva and cousin Shizzle from their favorite activity! I hear your tiny little bubbly voices, "What IS Your favorite activity, Auntie Diva? Tell us, tell us!" Ohhhh.....you ARE needy little munchkins, aren't you, boys and girls?! Upon our entrance to The Interstate 90 (and your Auntie Diva would like to know just WHO has assigned these various numbers to our highways and by~ways? Hmmm?) we began our favorite activity: counting the carqui along the roadsides. As you know, 'carqui' ~ pronounced CAHR - ki ~ is the plural of carcass. And as we all know, boys and girls, a carcass is merely the remnants of an animal which has been pummulted by the front end of a car, motorcycle, 18-wheeler or some oher form of vehicular transportation. Yessssss...... And your Auntie Diva and cousin Shizzle saw MANY carqui along the roadsides today! We saw deer ~ yes, boys and girls ~ dead Bambis! <shaking heads> We saw raccoons, opossums, hawks, coyotes, foxes (no children....not THAT!) and even a little groundhog, whose tiny little legs were just sticking up in the air, almost as if to say, "Hello, Aunti Diva!". It was sad in an interesting sort of way. And your Auntie Diva gave a sigh each time. Your cousin Shizzle seemed to derive great pleasure from pointing out each and every deceased mammal. He's warped this way, children. No worries, though, your cousin Shizzle isn't ready for the corner just yet. There were also many deceased Target bags flying around, getting stuck in the bushes. Thus the new phrase "....rejected like a used Target bag" came to be. So boys and girls, as you can see, there had to have been several naps taken today in the middle of our visits to the Kum & Go and the Pump & Munch, as the day was rather boring......in a carqui sorta way. I see it is nap time.......that being said: Good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite, little pookies!!! Love, Your Auntie Diva |
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Oh look, boys and girls!!! It's cousin Abs and cousin Iffy, come to play!!! Now be good little girls and get your Auntie Diva a martini....... ~Auntie Diva |
Subscribing to this! :D
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......and cousin Jr. TOO! ;)
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Definetly subscribing. I have missed the misadventures of the lovely lady diva:)
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Count me in...I been bit.
How about I go fetch y'all some waaaaan, Muz Diva? |
How New York City got its name.....
Gather 'round, boys and girls....it's storytime with Auntie Diva!!!!
Well......I'm sure you have all heard, kids, that your Auntie Diva went to The Big Apple!! Yes, that's right! New York City!! Now.....did I hear one of you asking why they call New York City "The Big Apple"? I THOUGHT so!!! It's a very good question, boys and girls! And I'm going to tell you why!!! New York City is a very big city, as I mentioned earlier. It's also called "The City That Never Sleeps", boys and girls. And because the people don't sleep there, sometimes they hallucinate! Ha ~ LOO ~ sin ~ ate....let's say it together......Hah-LOO-sin-ate. Very GOOD, boys and girls!!! And because they DID that ~ the word contains "sin".....and the original sin was Eve......and she ate THE BIG APPLE! Eve was from New York City, boys and girls!! See? Yes...another educadtional experience from your Auntie Diva, kids! I'm a giver that way! Signed, Your Auntie Diva |
Why LOOK, boys and girls......it's cousin Bebo and cousin Blue....come to play!!! Hi boys!
~Auntie Diva |
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Cousin Blue....now don't make me make you go get a switch from the pecan tree.....you know good and well your Auntie Diva doesn't start drinking before 1:30 in the afternoon! |
YAY Auntie Diva...
I love your stories more than this fat kid loves ice cream... 'cause cousin G will knock me over & steal my cake if I have any!! |
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Cousin G won't steal your cake, cousin KaratePrincess, because he knows I will make him go to the pecan tree if he DOES! Your Auntie Diva has spoken. Now go eat your cake and drink your Special Kool~Aid, cousin KP....... Love, Your Auntie Diva |
CAAAAAAAKE!!! Move over Cousin Karate Princess....and get me a fork....I want some CAKE!!!! Gimme gimme gimme!!!!!:D
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Oh dear gay....look who the cat drug in......
Cousin SHIZZLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <eyein' that pecan tree> |
Auntie Nanny Nizzle, quit staring at that pecan tree! Tell Karate Princess to give me some cake!! She won't share!
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Boys and girls, this was a story your Auntie Diva wrote when she went to the NYC Dance in April of 2008.....I thought you cousins might enjoy a laugh at your Auntie Diva's expense.....
*********************** Yes, boys and girls....it's storytime with Auntie Diva once again! Today's story is about Auntie Diva and the Maypole..... Well! Auntie Diva wants to tell You about the Maypole, children! Now one might think that dancing around the Maypole should ONLY happen in May!! Au contraire, boys and girls!! For Auntie Diva ~ being the hooligan that she IS ~ has danced around the Maypole in APRIL!!! Did You know that Auntie Diva danced around the APRILpole? Oh yes she DID! Auntie Diva was at a big, amazing dance this past weekend! Can You say "A fun time was had by ALL", boys and girls? SO! Your Auntie Diva looked and looked and looked....and there! She spotted the perfect pole around which to dance! So, she took off her shoes (a lovely, strappy little black open~toed/open~heeled alligator, 2" heel slide) and crossed the floor to the pole. There, Auntie Diva decided to dance with the pole in such a way that one may very well have thought her name could have been Helga, The Striptease Artist from the 1930's! Oh YES, boys and girls! Dance, dance, dance....see Auntie Diva dance!!! Now, here is the lesson for today, boys and girls ~ always dance around the Aprilpole in shoes which grip the floor ~ unless of course you're dancing on the NOVEMBERpole, in which case the pole resembles a turkey leg and is MUCH easier to hang onto. Plus, you get a snack! (Feel free to use this for future reference!) Your Auntie Diva clearly did not have on her grippy shoes!! The twirling began innocently enough, boys and girls ~ as you know your Auntie Diva IS innocent as the sky on a sunny day! ~ however, things took a downward spiral rather quickly......literally! And, centrifical force and gravity ~ is this redundant? ~ being what it IS ~ and your Auntie Diva being Rubenesque ~ well....shall we just say that she was as graceful as she could possibly have been in this situation when the gravity took over your Auntie Diva's ass! And she just decided to go with it and make it look like she MEANT to spin to the floor.....just like a warped hula hoop! Oh yes!!!! Splat, Auntie Diva, splat!!!! It became apparent that many of the attendees might think your Auntie Diva had been sipping on the Appletini bottle without a straw, but NOOOoooooo!!! Your Auntie Diva had only had 2 small glasses of pinot grigio and was in complete control of her faculties.....however she clearly was NOT in control of her hula hoops! And the 2nd lesson today, boys and girls? Perhaps the Maypole Dance SHOULD be reserved for May after all!!!! Signed, Your Auntie Diva Pole Dance Instructor To The Masses |
Auntie Nanny Nizzle, that is one of my favorite stories....I laugh so hard that my boss man tells me to stop it!
I also like it more than the others because it involves a pole, and a woman dancing on a pole, and spinning to the floor. These are a few of my favorite things....when the dog bites, when the bee stings....oh wait...:eek: What kind of perfume were you wearing? Just ask Cousin Karate Princess....she will explain.;) |
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I was clearly wearing Eau de Splat, cousin G...... Signed, Auntie Diva....who wishes The Invisifont worked here...... |
History Lesson: The Typewriter
Good evening boys and girls.......
Gather 'round!! It's time for Auntie Diva's Story Time!!! Tonight, we're going to talk about the history of the TYPEWRITER, boys and girls! Isn't that EXCITING? First, let me tell you, boys and girls, that your Auntie Diva actually took a class CALLED: Typing! Yes!!! It's TRUE!!!! And while your Auntie Diva DID go to a school that had electricity, there were no such things as electric typewriters at Auntie Diva's school. And of course, as we all know, it is beCAUSE there were no electric typewriters, my classmates built up their finger muscles significantly and there were no incidents of the carpal tunnel syndrome in the old days!! It's true! Type, type, type...type Auntie Diva, type!!! But your Auntie Diva digresses..... Did you know, boys and girls, that the very first typewriter was invented by some Englishman by the name of Henry Mill in 1714. Unfortunately, it didn't work, so I'm still not quite sure why it was even listed, but the English felt left out, I believe, so they probably started a war or something so they would be listed first. (In like manner, and subsequently, Henry Ford wasn't really the first to invent the car. That honor went to a farmer in Cleeksburg, Iowa, of Indian heritage by the name of Bobby ToyotamaFeather. Yes. I know you all are surprised that your Auntie Diva knows so much trivial knowledge!) So, the first typewriter that actually WORKED was made by some Italian man by the name of Pellegrino Turri in 1808. That ran along all nicely, I guess, but then the Danish (famous for their pastries and dykes ) became slightly agitated and if they didn't go on and invent their own typewriter that looked like a pin cushion. A pastor invented it in 1870.....I was surprised by that because I have heard that the Danish are not necessarily a religious people. But there was at least ONE pastor, Malling Hansen, who was also responsible for large shopping centers and a distant ancestor of The Hansen Twins. They're not popular either. People started getting testy then and wanted their OWN typewriters. I believe it had something to do with typing with an accent or something and FINALLY, a couple of American men invented one for the United States in 1874. (We're always behind, aren't we?) Sholes and Glidden (most famous for their comfy padded shoe inserts and paint) were responsible for the way the keyboard is that we know today, boys and girls!! It's called the QWERTY (look at your keys, boys and girls, for your Auntie Diva won't spoon feed you ALL the time!) Shortly thereafter, there were other typewriters that popped out of the typewriter ribbon womb, such as the Hammond (which evolved in an organ......don't go there cousin June!!!), the Verityper (now THAT'S original, isn't it boys and girls?), the Crandall (which is very pretty....not.), the Blickensderfer (which looks as though the bottom has dropped off of it) and the everpopular Underwood (which also later created little pots of meet. And it is the FAULT of Sholes and Glidden ~ and the MORAL (or IMmoral) of my story, boys and girls ~ that the above typo happened; for if you look closely on your little tiny keyboards at home, you shall see that the "T" key and the "F" key are 'neighbors'. And we've ALL seen Desparate Housewives!!! Nighty~night, boys and girls!! Signed, Your Auntie Diva.....who enjoys being T~Fuckered plum out. True story, boys and girls, true story. |
Good evening, boys and girls...it's time for another story from Auntie Diva!!
One day this past summer, boys and girls, the ICE CREAM TRUCK drove down your Auntie Diva's street!!! Oh it was a very exciting day! And your Auntie Diva is fairly convinced that the driver of the truck was lost, as the street is only one block long....and there are only 2 children who live on Auntie Diva's street. And....since they are both sissies, they don't venture out in this heat. Your Auntie Diva was very impressed that the Ice Cream Truck was playing the Calliope version of Beethoven's "Fur Elise"!!! Culinary delicacies AND culture, boys and girls! Why, it just doesn't get any better than that, now does it? Well....it DOES....but we've moved away from the nastiness..... But I digress...... Your Auntie Diva was so excited to hear the truck, she ran outside! Why, that truck was no truck at ALL! She remembered ~ back in the days of her youth (YES, cousin June, there WAS refrigeration back then!) ~ Auntie Diva's Daddy ~ this would be your Grandpa Daddy ~ would hear the ice cream man from blocks away. He would get his wallet and pull $2 out and walk to the curb. All the children would run, run, run to meet the ice cream man, but he knew on which side his bread was buttered and he drove straight to your Grandpa Daddy!! There....with his $2, Grandpa Daddy bought a whole big box of Fudgesickles and Dreamsickles!! And if I was lucky, I got a push-up....or an orange popsickle. Even as a child, your Auntie Diva got lucky! But today, just as in days past, your Auntie Diva went to the curb ~ similar to being kicked TO it, but no skinned knees ~ (not that bruised, chafed knees are a bad thing, necessarily...but that's another story....in a few years, boys and girls...in a few years!) ~ if only to listen to the Merry-go-round Beethoven....and was ever so disillusioned to see not an ice cream truck at all.....but some sorta hippy van with all kinds of stickers on it with pictures of the ice cream!! Where was my classy tan ice cream truck from days of yore? With a forlorn (read "pathetic") sad face, your Auntie Diva returned to her AC-infused house, Fudgesickle~less..... no push~ups....or orange popsickles.....<sigh> And it was a sad day on S. Pleasant Valley Road..... Signed, Your Auntie Diva, Push-up Goddess for the cousins |
Surprises Aunty Diva and personally hand delivers her a fudgesicle and an orange popsicle and has a big smile on my face :balloon:
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Thank You, cousin ScorpSicle........:scorp: |
whoohooo! Story time!! This happens to be my favorite thread!!
*plopping down with a big pillow and blanket* love, CousinShamrock |
mawning Auntie Diva... http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o...827080840a.jpg i have to say this........ i might not post here much.... but i do enjoy coming here and reading your stories after a long day of driving , and unwinding , it always gives me a smile. thank u. :bouquet: |
Thank you Auntie Diva...And yep, you're right, it's a whopping 22 degrees here...Scorpsicles for all!!! :snowysmiley:
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Aunti Diva,thank u so much for contenueing "story time" hear,it one of my fav places to read after a long day..u r a great story teller.
Rockin |
Well lookie here at all the cousins the cold weather drug in! Hello, cousin Shamrock, cousin Truckstop, cousin ScorpSicle & cousin Rock!
My, my....I shall have to go to the back & dig out my story~tellin' hat, now won't I?? Signed, Auntie Diva |
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Hello Auntie Diva Did you find your story~tellin' hat? |
Why haven't I seen this thread here before? OMG I had better reserve reading this thread until I'm at home. Otherwise, people may wonder what I am giggling at.
*hugs* ~cara |
This is not exactly a STORY....but rather a COMMENTARY.... do You know the difference, boys and girls?:hamactor:
I feel compelled to speak to you all about the total lack of imagination in the designing of our football boys' costumes..... Is there no imagination? Is there no differentiality? Is there no conCERN for individuality? Let's discuss......(what I MEAN by that is, let ME discuss....You sit there and listen.... ) In the NFL, there are ~ and Yes, boys and girls, Your Auntie Diva COUNTED! Your lesson here? Stay in Math! (this would make Your cousin Puplove SO very proud!) ~ 32 teams. Yes! 32!! I know, right? We should be in the Football Costume Design business..... Auntie Diva's House of Football Costumes and Hair Cosmetics.....seems like a good combination.... SO....I digress..... Of those 32 teams, there are 3 teams who share the red and white colors. 2 have Royal Blue & White, 1 has Blue and Red, 4 have Royal or Lt. Blue and Black, 1 team has Royal and Silver, 3 have Orange & Black (BOO!), 3 have Navy & Orange, and so on and so forth..... There is one combination of Aqua and Orange which is truly heinous fuckery if You ask me......(yes, I said 'fuckery'...Do as I SAY, don't do as I DO!) who came up with THAT??? 9 ways of wrong. If I lived in Miami, I would move. How embarrassing! Perhaps they don't really PLAY in Miami..... Then there is the Purple/Gold combination.....that is ALmost acceptable, boys and girls..... Red & gold.....Hunter Green and gold which makes sense as they ARE the GREEN Bay Packers....Packers???? Of WHAT? Let's not ask and say we did, boys and girls!! Maroon and Gold.... So as You can see, this disturbs me......and I would like to suggest to the Football Boys that there be some sorta protest...... I WAS happy to see that the last Super Bowl colors contained LIME GREEN!! Your Auntie Diva ~ that being her 2nd signature color (after purple, of course!) ~ is MOST pleased about that!!! Perfection, of course, would be a purple & lime green costume. Bliss. But why not MORE of the purples.....the limes......the mangos....the heliotropes......in our costuming, football boys? WHY!?!?! WHY!?!?!?!? WHY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Signed, Your Auntie Diva, Athletic Supporter of all time..... |
It's uniforms not costumes! holy :censor:...LOL!
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Aunti Diva,cousin Rock hear.Wow I didnt realise there were so many teams or diffrent colors there of for teams.Sadly I dont know much about football or many sports in general,the only sports I know much about is rodeo,bowling and pool...so I will sit in a quiet place to listen and learn.
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Cousin Fishstix in the house! |
Cousin FISHSTIX?!?!?!?!!? What the.....????:nixon:
And lookie here, who's here to give HIS commentary.....it's Uncle Alpha! :bandana: Costumes. |
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Anywho, they are going back to a lovely blue with lime green stripe on their jersey shirts but....or shall I say BUTT, they have decided to KEEP the pants from the previous uniformed costumes since the material...and this comes from their head coach, so you KNOW it's legit..."feels better on their legs". I love it! The Seattle Seahawks are definitely in touch with their feelings. :piratelaugh: |
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