How's the weather where you are?

[D'Snowth]

Do you know the muffin man?

 

[That Announcer]

Do you know the muffin man?

I suppose I could say so. My classmate Jeff was the Muffin Man for Halloween a couple years back.

 

[Beauregard]

Hmm, well, that goes to prove it then....you CAN'T believe everything you hear on TV.

Another thing too Beau (I'm not trying to insult the English, I'm just curious about them), how come the English (as well as Austrailians, and even some Canadians) spell certain words slightly different? For example:

American Spelling|English Spelling
Color|Colour
Favorite|Favourite
Check|Cheque

etc...

Simply because the American's are lazy and shortened them *evil sniggering* Just kidding, no, I don't know. I guess that the english sustain the spelling from before the pilgrims, and the americans lost a couple of letters here and there... Also, I can never remmber which Colo(u)r is which...

My anual weather report:

Sunny, sunny, Yey! Sunny! And yet cool, so over all, delightfull.

Breakfast: Same as always...
Dinner: Meatballs/*******(sp?) Yum!

EDIT: Hmm...it won't let me write that either....I mean, I know it has to meanings, but still...strange....

 

[sarah_yzma]

In Kansas, it's a delightful 70 right now with a high of 90.....for southern Oklahoma, just add 10 to those numbers

 

[Kimp the Shrimp]

80 and windy

 

[Kimp the Shrimp]

American Spelling|English Spelling
Color|Colour
Favorite|Favourite
Check|Cheque


we don't need no stinkin' U's

 

[Beauregard]

*whistles* *mutters to self* Won't comment on the double post...won't comment on the double post...

 

[That Announcer]

Weather's great today. A bit cool though, with a high of 17 (I think.)

Breakfast: Pop-Tarts, iced tea
Luch: Hot dog, root beer
Supper: Most likely some sort of chicken

 

[sarah_yzma]

mmm pop tarts.......I like the non-frosted strawberry *drools* better than my bagel with peanut butter!

 

[Beauregard]

Hmm, well, that goes to prove it then....you CAN'T believe everything you hear on TV.

Meanwhile in a secret underground bunker...sat around an oak-table with a lace-tablecloth...

*evil laughter/cackling*

Well, chaps, looks like I got them kerfuddled once more, what what. The true etiqute and social acceptence mystery of the English tea remains an unfathemable mystery, and they remain quite harmless to it. Right on, chaps. Quite ripping, what ho. Tea, anyone?