Best Series of Yearly Bests Award
And now we've come to the part of the evening you've all been waiting for.
Can I have the envelope please?
(Sound of stiletto heels clicking across stage)
Why thank you Bambi (slap).
(High-pitched giggle) "Oooh k-Dough, you naughty bad boy."
Ahem.
Er, ladies and gentleman, this year's award for Best Short Blogging Series of Yearly Bests goes to....
Please help me by putting your hands together for the very lovely and talented...the guy who puts the real in Montreal...the original CC and Coke...the hottest tits and ass in la belle province...the one and only Billy Shears'...the king of poutine...the post master general...
ChuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrCanuck!
Can I have the envelope please?
(Sound of stiletto heels clicking across stage)
Why thank you Bambi (slap).
(High-pitched giggle) "Oooh k-Dough, you naughty bad boy."
Ahem.
Er, ladies and gentleman, this year's award for Best Short Blogging Series of Yearly Bests goes to....
Please help me by putting your hands together for the very lovely and talented...the guy who puts the real in Montreal...the original CC and Coke...the hottest tits and ass in la belle province...the one and only Billy Shears'...the king of poutine...the post master general...
ChuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrCanuck!
posted by K-Dough at 9:30 PM
19 Comments:
Congrats, Chucker!! A round of poutine for the house!!
K-Let me know when I can stop clapping, okay?
Pam- please stop that incessant clapping right now. You woke me up!
I woke myself up, too. Nothing like waking up with the clap, hmm??
Ha!!!!!!! I remember those days. Kinda.
Is that for real? Congrats Chucker, you charming little putz!
(Sorry I've been outta the loop K,I've been trying to make rich designer chicks happy with some booth proposals; an impossible task. They are killing me...slowly....painfully....the clap would be a relief at this point...)
...the hottest tits and ass in la belle province
¿¿I thought that was Mitsou??
congrats!
I got the Clap award.
is it the "got the clap" award?
I'm on such a high, I'm going to run around cubicle land singing "I am the Champion, my friend" - I even look like Freddy Mercury. At least, a fat, sandy-haired straight version of Freddy Mercury. (Which I guess means I look like John Tesh).
we don;t take too kindly to no henglish peeg dogs chansing queen hanthtems around ere chucker. you should know dat by now eh?
... at least, a slimmer, grey-haired straight version of John Tesh?
You go grrl!
good point, froggy.
I'll be performing Beau Dommage by the water cooler a 4 pm.
Cree moi, cree moi pas, quelque part en Alaska, y-a un phoque qui s'ennui en maudit. Sa blonde est parti, gagner sa vie, dans une cirque aux Etats Unis....
lass one into da gene pool is an 'airy batard!
Raymi wasn't nominated in that category, was she...
She's a dime bag a dozen. I've done at least several dozen chicks like her before and avoided every single one the next day...and weeks following the deed.
Let it go...
Jesus Sheena, enough with the Raymi fixation. You're a culinary, tall, curvy Goddess with literary skills to die for. Just saying that made me randy.
K-Dough, dude....I need my fix soon.
I'm game(y) any time you are dude.
Yabbut, now I'm going thru hit withdrawal.
oooooooooooooh k- I just obliged. can't leave a chick like you hanging.
drinks soon. seriously.
Promises, promises.
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