Must have been the meatballs and the chocolate milk (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

Ed,

Blame the dog. My feelings? You name it, you claim it. :) LOLOLOL

Too funny--reminds me of my dad, world's champeen farter--he'd fart and then look up at the sky and say, "Look, it's a B-52!" Yeah, right...there I am, passing out from the noxious fumes LOL He'd also trap you in the pantry if you were in there, talking on the phone for a little privacy--he'd open the door, brrrap one out and quickly shut the door and hold it closed JAYSUS 'bout asphyxiated in there LOLOLOL

Thanks for the stinky? memories--enjoyed this one

And ewwwwwwwwwwwww meatballs and chocolate milk? What a combo LOL

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :) *still laffin'*

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

You are shocking Ed! I'm laughing in spite of myself. Did you know that my son has been convinced that ladies don't do this kind of thing. He is convinced he is an aberration (mind you he is! teehee)
I'm surprised you didn't blame Rufuz!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

Poooheee---I can even smell it here...it's green!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

Sometimes there are warning shots fired before the war actually begins. Stay close to the Loo, Ed, you never know what might develope from those intense wind storms.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

I would think it was the meatballs :-)

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

too funny; laffin' too hard to comment! but i will say this..this is too hilarious! LOL thanks for my grins today, buddy! LOL

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

Boy it is bad when the dog leaves and we experienced that when Trooper got up one night and went into the other room. Between my radiation farts and my husband's WMD's I am surprised that he came back to the bed.

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

Graphic, alarming and decidedly honest! My dear Eddie M... if this continues, you will not need to ask people to 'call first' when wishing to visit... Rufuz will be calling US to rescue him! hehehehehe... and you tried to blame it on him.. tsk tsk.

Once again, you prove that absolutely nothing excapes your eager pen! (grin) sniff... sniff... ICK! katy xox.

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

ha ha Poor Rufuz! Hang on to something Ed, ha ha...

Reindeer

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

And you got mad when I said you use them as a Homeland Security Device! Attach that buttocks of yours to a long pipe with duct tape, stick the other end of that pipe outside, and send those monsters out into the cold night air - poor, poor Rufuz!

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

Reviewed on January 29, 2005

ewwww....probably a combination, Ed lol must be pretty bad if even Rufuz won't come near!!