Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Oatmill Rastlin'

...not 'oatmeal'.


...oatmill.

My hand to Jesus.

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I have no words.

7 comments:

LeeAnn said...

Let me get my leertards and I'll be right over.
Oatmill.
LOL!

admin said...

On our way to Coyote's Adobe Cafe last night, I made sure the wife read their sign. Oatmill? Funny stuff.

Do you think we should have a blogger's meeting there sometime and do a podcast?

Sugar Britches said...

Leertards! There are so many places I could go with that I'm afraid I'd get lost. So I'll just stay put.

Oh my Gosh, Jack. I haven't been inside that building since it was Studebaker's. (sp?) Back then it was a reputable nightclub. You had to wear a shirt with a collar and everything.

GCook said...

Oatmill??? Really? That makes you long for the days when they were wrestling in naner puddin'.

Anonymous said...

This just gets weirder and weirder.

Sugar Britches said...

Newsy-they've moved on. Naner Puddin' is so last year.

I think 'disturbing' is the word I'd use, Primal.

Sugar Britches said...

Jason- I don't know where your comment went. I approved it, but it isn't here. I did it via email. Did I maybe reject it instead of approve mistakenly?

To answer your question-Yes. But one would hope undergarments would be worn!

The oatmeal however would be excellent for the skin.

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