Bears:
Extra! Extra! Somebody's getting married!
Somebody's getting married? HEY, somebody's getting married!
Whoa, somebody's getting married!
Pops: Somebody's getting married???
Lew Zealand: Somebody's getting marrrrieeeed!
Group:
Somebody's getting married! Somebody's getting married! Somebody's getting somebody's getting somebody's getting somebody somebody somebody somebody...!
Kermit, Gonzo, Fozzie, Scooter:
Somebody get some flowers!
Somebody get a ring!
Somebody get a chapel and a choir to sing!
Kermit: Somebody get an organ to play!
Singing Tuxedos: Cause somebody's getting married today!
Miss Piggy, Janice, Camilla:
Somebody get a preacher!
Somebody bake a cake!
Somebody get some shoes and rice and presents to take!
Miss Piggy: Somebody get a sweet negilee!
Singing Veils: Cause somebody's getting married today!
Swedish Chef: Veddeeng! Veddeeng! Peeg und fruggeee veddeeng!
Men:
Somebody get champagne!
Somebody rent a room!
Girls:
Somebody get the lovely bride!
And somebody get the-
Men: Somebody get the-
Both: Somebody somebody somebody somebody somebody--!
Female Voices: Somebody get this wedding underway!
Swedish Chef: Coose-a sumebudy's getteeng merreeed toodey!
Bear Family: Somebody's getting married....today!
Ernie: Are they here yet, are they here yet, did I miss it, am I late?
Bert: No, they're be here any minute!
Cookie Monster: Oh boy, me can hardly wait.
Pops: Isn't this exciting--it's the wedding of the year!
Sam The Eagle: Well, can't we start without them?
Muppet News Anchorman: No, you can't until they're here.
Sam: Hmm.
Chorus of Penguins: They're finally getting married now!
I'm getting married tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
179 comments:
Yeah!
That's tommorow? Oh...
The rehersal dinner makes SOO much more sense now!!!
You know, if you're going to post a wedding song, it really should be 'The Wedding Song' from Corpse Bride. Elfman trumps muppets.
WooHOOOOOOOO! So happy for you and Mr. B.!! Can't wait to celebrate with you guys tomorrow.
So does this mean you're Miss Piggy? I guess that would make me Kermit the Frog. I don't want to be a frog and I don't think I could take being married to a diva. Do I smell bacon?
Congratulations!!!!! I'm looking forward to hearing all about it from Maggie. :)
When the cat's away, the mice will play...
One time Janna, John, Charlie and I were walking about at this conference thing. It was a lovely day for a stroll, and we were all moving at a leisurely pace. All of a sudden, for no apparent reason, Janna stopped walking and just stood there. Being the concerned brothers we were, we asked what the problem was.
"Oh, nothing", she said, "I just wanted to look at my pretty shoes!"
Once, at Russ', Janna said she needed a meatloaf dinner.
She got one.
One time, Janna and I were in a car, driving. She then stopped driving.
Right now, I'm not driving with Janna, I'm typing on the computer.
Okay, so we were having this party at our house, right? There was lots of food and pop all over. And that attracts bees, right? Well, apparently, Steve didn't realize that Grandville had bees, because he got freaked out. Heh.
One time, Steve and Janna got engaged. THAT didn't last long, because they got married instead.
One time Steve jumped like 3 feet in the
air because our cat ran right in front
of him.
one upon a time, we laughed. no.... wait... once upon a time, we never met. oh, THAT'S how the story went. sorry never mind.
It is neat that you are married. I am married. Who am I?
I have a dog. Do you have a dog? Oh, indeed, now you have a dog.
I like Europe. Did you like Europe? Will you take me to Europe?
I am bored. I bet you aren't bored. This is a waste of time. Your brother made me do it.
Can't go without saying bye. So, bye. I am done now.
Oh, I don't like odd numbers. So, I had to do another one to make it #6. Oh, but, I don't like number six......
Now I am on #7. But, even though it is an odd number, I like it, because it is my birthday. When is your birthday? Oh, I know--November. Neat.
Once, I went to leave a comment on a blog, and there was a 7-part mystery.
I didn't solve it.
Actually, Janna shares a birthday with Mom and our Grandpa. How cool is that - three generations sharing a birthday?
8 is okay,i guess.If I have to be...
Piggy? I thought Gonzo was going to play the minister.
1
2?
From now on Janna can no longer call
him Mr.Birn but her Mr. Birn.
And she can no longer refer to Seamus as "Steve's Dog", but rather, as "My Son".
Hmm, maybe they should just have a kid, so they can have a son and steve's dog!!
Perhaps they would name their son Franco after me, Franco!!
Nonesense.They name him for me,fabio!
No way,it's me
Oh,Oh,Oh,Pick me plese!I wanna have a kid named for me!
If you guys keep going this slow,we'll never reach 50! Move,Move,Move!
It's come to my attention that the Birns are reading this. With their good friend Benito Mussolini. And Stromboli. The same Stromboli who tried to kill Pinocchio. Who, in all fairness, had been *gasp* drinking and smoking, so he was lucky he didn't get worse. If he'd gone dancing, he'd have completed the trinity of evil and would've gone straight to hell.
Anyhow, good to know they're keeping good company over there. Hey - if y'all can comment, let me know how their Pizza Huts are, eh?
Oh, and I get #38. Because it's so, so shiny.
But it's not nearly as shiny as #39.
Ya'll didn't take the time to reach 40? What, did you have something better to do?
Last time I was this happy, I was face down in a pizza pie, eatin' my way to freedom!
Zorak: Here's what we do. We go back to Friday...
Brak: [Brak interrupts] And make a kite out of squirrels and fly it to the moon.
Zorak: No, we track ourselves down and then have our otherselves do the homework.
Brak: Zorak, can I ask you a question?
Zorak: Yeah, what.
Brak: Where are we going to find enough squirrels to make a kite?
Zorak: Are you really that stupid?
Brak: I dare you to say that again only this time say Brak I love you.
You know love is a happy time. All throughout the universe.
It's when the male part of the species goes to the female part of the species and says:
"Hey, do you want to go on a date?"
And then she would say: "Why yes, I'd like to go on a date."
If you're LUCKY!-
And then you go to a restaurant, and she gets something called
A salad.
And then he gets a big piece of beef, that he eats.
And that to me ladies and gentlemen, is LOVE.
Kinda makes you cry, doesn't it?
Gonna be hard to do that, I'm thinking, when you're wearing cement shoes on the bottom of the Grand River.
When is auntie janna coming home, mommy? I miss her!
I wounder how those seagulls are out there in Italy. Do they have evil eyes?
There are seagulls that don't????
Seamus has a blog?? See, those are the kind of creatures that one worries about!! And only the nearly extinct strain of Japanese-French-Hispanic seagulls don't have the evil eye, so one can be assured that the italian ones do.
Hey, did anybody else have a Wednesday this week? I did. And it came after Tuesday! It helped me feel like my week was still in order.
You are only to 52! What a waste of 6 days. We can do better in the next 6.
Actuley,I'd give myself a ten.
Simon! Be constructive!
I love you sweeties!I hate you simon!*Takes a sip of beer*
Yo dogs!
What's a dog,randy?
I rock
*Dance's on top of his keyboard*
I am sex model!
What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral?
One less drunk!
Eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-eXTRAODRINARY!
You all are a bunch of pikers. Only 62 comments? Sad. You can do better.
She's in Italy on her honeymoon and she's wasting her time on the internet. Go figure.
What does that tell us about steve?
Come, come. She's spending, like, five minutes on the 'Net. It's as good a way as any to keep up with people she's close with.
Well, my congrats to the new happy couple. Unfortunately, as I haven't met either of you, I can't share any stories or memories we've had together. But, because of Mark's urging, I felt that I really should do my part, and share an odd memory or two of my own. :-)
There was the summer I learned not to start the brush pile fire with gasoline........ my leg hair grew back in a few weeks. :-)
I still have a scar on my hand from Thanksgiving '98. After super I went to sharpen my new knives. The problem was, they were already very sharp, and I wasn't exactly doing it the right way. The incident left a 2 inch deep gash between my thumb and wrist. But I learned something important that night..... turkey and stuffing don't taste nearly as good coming up, as they do going down.
Summer of 2000, after an evening service, I was twisting to look at someone behind me with my feet still planted. I'm not sure exactly how, but this caused my left knee to dislocate. I cried out a little, and fell backwards into a chair grabbing my knee. Yeah, the pain was bad (and that knee wasn't right for over a year), but the worst part was..... some of my friends thought I might be going Charismatic.
The ring, Mr. Frodo! Give me the ring!
The ring? My preciousssss....
I have a magic toenail
I keep it on my foot.
It's always there to rescue me
when something goes kaput.
It has the cutest cuticle,
free of all disease!
As toenails go it's really quite extraordinary!
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you magic toenail!
We thought you was a toad!
It's a time machine, Napoleon. We bought it online.
Why do you love me? Why do you need me? Always and forever... We met in a chatroom, now our love can fully bloom... Sure the world wide web is great, but you, you make my salivate... I love technology, but not as much as you, you see... But I STILL love technology... Always and forever. Our love is like a flock of doves, flying up to heaven above... always and forever, always and forever... Why do you need me? Why do you love me? Always and forever...
Bow to your sensei.
Last week, Japanese scientists explaced... placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness to blow Nessie out of the water. Sir Godfrey of the Nessie Alliance summoned the help of Scotland's local wizards to cast a protective spell over the lake and its local residents and all those who seek for the peaceful existence of our underwater ally.
Happy one week anniversary!
80!
81!
82!
Hola girlfriends!It's corn and corn alone day!
corn is no place for a mighty warrior!
Listen up you undapants!
You'll have to forgive him. He's from Barcelona.
Yes, words are useless! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! Too much of it, darling, too much! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!
This is a hobo suit, darling. You can't be seen in this. I won't allow it.
What are you talking about? You are Eliasti-girl! My god! Pull yourself together! 'What will you do?' Is this a question? You will show him that you remember that he's Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who *you* are. You know where he is, go and cofront the problem. Fight. Win! And do call me when you get back, Darling. I enjoy our visits.
Supermodels! Heh! There's nothing super about them! They are only skinny girls with the big hair and poofy lips who think only about themselves.
Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.
You're not affiliated with me!
To challenge the past would be to challenge the wind.
dude, don't bring philosophy into this. baaaaaad things will happen to you and to your rabbit if you permit this behavior!
Whoo hoo!Whoopie!If y'all go like this maybe you can reach 100 before they get back.Gosh,idiots
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Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...
And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva...
Ni!
yipyap.yipyap.
It was one of those jolly, peaceful mornings that make a fellow wish he'd got a soul or something...
``If I've tried once to remember that tobacconist girl's name, I've tried a hundred times. I have an idea it began with an `L'. Muriel or Hilda or something.''
Dogs are philosophers. They soon forget.
Simon wouldn't know what a dog is, because he drives in a limo!
Impulsive? He's full of carrots!
Perhaps Margaret is right. Piracy is our only option.
Lawyers should never marry other lawyers. This is called in-breeding; from this comes idiot children... and other lawyers.
Everything in this room is *eat*able. Even I'm *eat*able. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
Ha ha ha, wasn't that just magnificent? I thought it was getting a little dodgy in the middle part, but that finale... Wow!
Mumbler! Seriously, I cannot understand a word you're saying!
Once again, you really shouldn't mumble, 'cause it's really starting to bum me out!
I've tried it on, like, 20 Oompa Loompahs and each one ended up as a blueberry. It's just weird!
Let's boogie.
There's plenty of money out there. They print more of it every day. But that ticket? There are only five of them in the world, and that's all there's ever going to be. Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money. Are you a dummy?
Uh, you really shouldn't mumble, because I can't understand a word you're saying.
This is the puppet hospital and burns center. It's relatively new
Trumpy,Uncle Bill wants to kill you!
My advice is don't let him.
YEAH!WHY AM I CHEERING,IDON'T KNOW,BUT YEAH!
Hey,that looks good! What is it?
Your head.
His only crime was being born delicious!
I could prove these guys don't exist!
Hey!I've got it!We could just shot'em!
You can look me in the bubble and say that?
If you don't understand it,shoot it.
I'm a scientist,I don't think,I observe.
I was wandering on thru, and I couldn't but help noticing you have a lot of comments. Congratulations!
It's just like Santa's workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms... and everyone looks like they wanna hurt me...
Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?
Francisco! That's fun to say! Francisco... Frannncisco... Franciscooo...
He's an angry elf!
You sit on a throne of lies!
I just like to smile! Smiling's my favorite.
I passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops, and then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins.
Good news! I saw a dog today!
lol, hmmm I'm dead tired, but I felt like leaving a comment, so I guess I'll just ramble. Ok, so I'm like really stiff tonight. Today I went swimming and now I can barely move. And then I had to bend over to put Amaya in bed, and that really wasn't any fun at all. But I couldn't just let the child stay up all night, that wouldn't be good either. Cause then she wouldn't want to be awake tomorrow, or she might just stay up and pee on me all night, I'm not really sure, but either way it wouldn't be good. I think. So there's this little man named Nigel that my husband says I know, but I'm not sure that I do. But then it wouldn't be the first time that my husband was wrong, cause just earlier today he was trying to tell me about some party that we drove past that I'm pretty sure I didn't drive past, so I don't think I was in the car, but he thought I was. So yeah, I guess he must have knocked me out, stuck me in the car and drove me somewhere, but hey at least I got out of the house right? I guess there is something good in everything, you just gotta look for it sometimes.
I'm gonna go now, bye.
My lawn is pretty wet, I should probably try to go dry it off or something.
hmmmm, poking or non-poking? poking is ok when you know who is poking. I have watermelon in my fridge, I should go eat it. Someday I want to eat a whole watermelon at once, but I'm not sure I could do it, it might fly away. And then I wouldn't be able to eat it. I don't think watermelons like being eaten, I mean I wouldn't like being eaten. But maybe they are kinda like pigs, they think that they are going somewhere else, therefore they want to be bought and taken home. But then when they see us coming at them with big knives they freeze and don't say anything to stop us because they are soo terrified. I need to go eat something.
The watermelons are flying around my head!!!! Help!!! They ARE TRYING TO KNOCK MY HEAD OFF!!!!!!
UPDATE!!!! If you don't update soon the watermelons are going to get me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL Hmmm, watermelon sounds good, I think I need to go buy one. But I'm not sure I could eat a whole watermelon by myself. Last night at Bible Study I took this peanut butter dessert ( it was all I had in the house to make) and they were asking if it was fudge, and well now I'm craving fudge , so I guess I'll have to make that next week, lol. I'm hungry, I should probably go get some breakfast.
You can actually buy a flying watermelon anywhere, the trick is talking them into flying. For some reason they seem to believe that they are ment to stay motionless (not sure why). So yeah, just try to find a really chatty one and you might be able to talk it into flying around for you.
So once I found a penny on the ground, okay? I picked it up, looked it over, and put it in my pocket. You want to know what happened next?
Nothing.
So,once I like,totally,you won't belive,breathed without asking!I am so embarressed!Lol!
Extra! Extra! Somebody's getting married!
Somebody's getting married? HEY, somebody's getting married!
Whoa, somebody's getting married!
Somebody's getting married???
Somebody's getting marrrrieeeed!
Somebody's getting married! Somebody's getting married! Somebody's getting somebody's getting somebody's getting somebody somebody somebody somebody...!
Who?
It's my sister Violet! She's the one with the Mercedes, swimming pool, and room for a pony.
The Bucket residence, the lady of the house speaking!
This is not the Chinese restaurant. This is a residential number and you are speaking to the lady of the house on a white, slim line telephone with last number redial facility
I would be very pleased if you would accept my invitation to one my candle light suppers
Oh, nice.
Perhaps if I left another comment, the total number of comments would go up by one.
160!!!
You know, it make me feel so much better to read Janna's site meter and know that she's been reading the blogs because she hasn't e-mailed anyone recently and for all we know she could be lying dead in some Italian ditch.
An optimist!
Oh boy, this is shameless, but since there's a high concetration of eyeballs on this thread, here it goes...
I have a game up at Epsilon, called "Epsilon's Internet Improv." And instead of having people in the audience shout out suggestions, people shout out suggestions by leaving a comment. (And then we make a story, yadayada.)
Wow. I plugged my site on a siblings site. Myself. I'll have to leave more spam later at penance!
You shouldn't advertise like that. It's tacky. (but cool premise!!!!!)
did the spam game end?
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called gitche gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of november turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of november came early.
The ship was the pride of the american side
Coming back from some mill in wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the north wind theyd been feelin?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
Twas the witch of november come stealin.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of november came slashin.
When afternoon came it was freezin rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin.
Fellas, its too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, its been good tknow ya
The captain wired in he had water comin in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say theyd have made whitefish bay
If theyd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old michigan steams like a young mans dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake ontario
Takes in what lake erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of november remembered.
In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call gitche gumee.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of november come early!
We like to praise birds for flying. But how much of it is actually flying, and how much of it is just sort of coasting from that last flap?
The wise man can pick up a grain of sand and envision a whole universe. But the stupid man will just lie down on some seaweed and roll around until he's completely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go, "Hey, I'm vine man."
He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said "dust to dust", some people laughed, and the cowbody shot them. At his hanging, he told the others "I'll be waiting for you in heaven - with a gun."
My girlfriend bought me a down jacket, she said it fit my personality.
"I am," I said
to no one there.
And no one heard at all.
Not even the chair.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.
Hermits have no peer pressure
I stayed in a really old hotel last night. They sent me a wake-up letter.
If it's a penny for your thoughts and you put in your two cents worth, then someone, somewhere is making a penny.
My friend has a baby. I'm writing down all the noises the baby makes so later I can ask him what he meant
I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.
I'm a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess.
Mekka Lekka Hi-Mekka Hiney Ho.
180!
180...if you're into counting.
Hi. I'm Bill. My watch stopped working. I should by a new one. 'Kay. Bye.
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