My Tongue Is In My Cheek

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My Tongue Is In My Cheek

And It Won't Come Out!

Great to see you!

This page is dedicated to silliness and idiocy.

If these  things do not entice you, please click on a serious link and act as if you have some intelligence.

Even God smiles now and then.    You should too.

 

Just like other things in life, a website thrives on change.  At the moment, I'm trying to shrink into this diaper.

MeanwhileMrs. Scattere' D. Brain will be glad to help you through your current crisis.  She is always ready to issue bad advice..

What's New? My eating schedule.  I now eat when I should be thinking.  I have rearranged my sleeping habits to further accommodate my desire to eat instead of think.  Now I think when I should be asleep. 

 

Mrs. Scattere' D. Brain's Solutions for Modern Living

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Haven of Rest or Jungle of Stress?

The Tissue Crusade Continues

Absent Witness

The Big Twisty Championship

DeClutterization: The Plan That Failed

Of Dust and Bunnies

The Slavemaster's Hammer

The Fifth Sunday Dilemma

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About The Wingnut

...Wanda's humor makes me laugh so hard I need to read her essays, articles and anecdotes in the bathroom.

--Margaret Helmstetter

Once upon a time, Wanda was not a wingnut.  In fact, she doubted her ability to hume.  She resolved to learn funniness and kneeled at the feet of a certain group--asking for them to bestow upon her the title of Humor Apprentice.  For some reason, they felt that she deserved the title, if only so they could keep a proper eye on her, and agreed.

Unfortunately for these poor mortals, the Wingnut grew hungry for power and rose to the role of Head Moderator.  The world hasn't been sane since, not even as she rests on the laurels of Listowner Emeritus Fluffydust.

One day, the Wingnut will achieve the coveted level of humor mistress.  Her work will infiltrated publications everywhere as foolish readers cover their mouths to protect brand new keyboards, computer screens, and monthly print issues as they chortle, snicker, and spew at her magnificent ch-- *ahem,* jokes.

Look Teach!  I malapropped again!

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