A Useful Thanksgiving
This is no big newsflash in Colleen’s kitchen. Y’all know that when you’re done serving up what you scraped up last night when your truck broke down, you can make the rest of it into a handy Christmas gift. Or keep it for yourself.  LindsAy, gurrrl, this purse will be a hit at the Circle K. Maybe the customers will be amused and won’t get so angry while you’re getting your nails done at the counter there.  Â
November 22nd, 2007 at 8:54 pm
Is that a Armani-dilla?
November 22nd, 2007 at 9:12 pm
I think it’s a Louisiana Vuitton. Crazy coon asses.
November 22nd, 2007 at 10:19 pm
I used to see these things on the highway. Usually I’d eat them right there and then.
November 22nd, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Funny, Bros! rt, you ate purses? Guess that makes you a “purse snacker”.
November 23rd, 2007 at 7:30 pm
Sher,now that’s just crazy talk, gurl. You know I get my nails “did” Fina Station. On Wednesdays, it’s “buy two nails, get another one free with a cup of hot Kona coffee.”
And that purse is a DKLA! Hah! Donna Karan LOUISIANA! I can tell.
November 27th, 2007 at 9:54 am
That’s a “dilly” of a bag. I think you are all wrong though. That is obviously a knock off of a Weimar Original.
November 27th, 2007 at 5:25 pm
Ms. Kolleen Spillane has a motive for misleading her fellow bloggers by distorting the facts about the armadillo handbag. Why would the handbag be displayed on Sherri’s website? Consider this. The armadillo is actually an exact replica of Kolleen’s first pet affectionately named, “Rabies.” As a child, she grew to love Rabies after years of playing “catch the SPAM can” or “dodge the Dodge.” After her marriage at age 12 and her husband jailed shortly after for moonshining, Spillane had to make ends meet so she decided to pursue a career- taxidermy. This is where the story turns tragic. She wanted Rabies forever so why not taxidermy? Little did she know the animal had to be dead before the taxidermy was to be performed- poor little Rabies. Ms. Spillane was so upset; she moved from her Arkansan roots and went to the big city of Shreveport where she applied for a job at a TV station. When she was filling out her application in the front lobby, Sherri Talley happened to be walking by and wondered why anyone would be sobbing while applying for a job. Sherri consoled Ms. Spillane by offering assistance and also wanted to know about the strong odor. Ms. Spillane ‘fessed up about her killing her Rabies and didn’t have the heart to part from him so she carried him wherever she went. After smelling Rabies’ carcass, Sherri did not want to pursue finding where else the odor could be coming from. Sherri also referred Ms. Spillane to a seamstress she knew. The seamstress made an exact cloth replica of Rabies including the switchblade incision made down the back of the animal when Spillane started the taxidermy. The seamstress also was aware of how Kolleen wanted to have Rabies all the time so she put handles on the replica for easy carry. Ms. Spillane was so grateful for all Sherri did for her, she got a job at the same station Sherri worked and helped her as much as she could. Even when Sherri would get upset when finding Spillane’s toe nail clippings on her desk, Kolleen would grab the handles of her trusty Rabies and brush the clippings in the pouch. So see, this story has a happy ending and thanks to the efforts of Sherri Talley, Ms. Spillane doesn’t need to attend AA (Arkansans Anonymous) for depression.
November 27th, 2007 at 9:30 pm
Jason, oh how you wax poetic!
November 27th, 2007 at 9:33 pm
Oh my……worlds are about to collide. I’m getting under the bed.
November 28th, 2007 at 11:25 am
Just a note that you all need to be planning a goodbye party for Jason. I have forwarded his email to George and he has found that Jason actually took 3 full eight hour shifts at work to compose this. Obviously not a good use of company time. He also found that Jason was using the station computer to go to a pay for use website that would convert his usual language of “pig latin” into English. Not only will Jason be let go, he will also be charged for use of the internet. That means he’ll have to take back the set of used hubcaps he was going to give his poor wife for Christmas to get the money he owes the station. She of course had planned to sell the car that the hubcaps would be used for in order to buy her husband some industrial strength nose and ear hair clippers so he could be seen in public. I know, tragedy on this scale has not been seen since O’Henry!
Of course Mr. Weimar shows his ignorance most importantly in the line he wrote: “When she was filling out her application in the front lobby, Sherri Talley happened to be walking by and wondered why anyone would be sobbing while applying for a job.”
Mr. Weimar, Sherri is not that stupid! She knows exactly why anyone would cry as they filled out an application for employment in the front lobby of KT-”BS”!
LOVE & MISS YOU ALL!
November 29th, 2007 at 3:49 pm
I’ve never seen an armadilla when its legs weren’t in the air.