Official Prize of the Day goes to….Ivoryhut!

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Ivoryhut, for your intellectual prowess and your steadfast dedication to NOT being fangirly while pleading your case for Taylor Hicks to wear khakis more often…I award to you….the Official Prize of the Day.

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9 Responses to “Official Prize of the Day goes to….Ivoryhut!”

  1. Squeebee Says:

    Shelley! Anonymous WAS Taylor! and he sent a picture of himself and the other sextuplets (ironic, that!)wearing khakis! He must have heard your song to him.

    Ok this picture made me howl with laughter…..you are the best Shel!

  2. Squeebee Says:

    Oh, and congrats, Ivoryhut….very much deserved! Thanks for sharing your prize. 🙂

  3. shrewspeaks Says:

    Way to go Ivory Hut!!!

    And not to start early, but no office AND Grey’s was a repeat? Dang!

  4. nolagirl Says:

    This might even be funnier than Gray’s body with Taylor’s gigantic head on it. Love it!!

    (Ivoryhut, looks like you hit the jackpot!)

  5. baby duck Says:

    My dog just came in the room to see why I’m snorting with laughter. Good one, shelley! Ivoryhut deserves the prize. Yes, indeed.

  6. double d Says:

    Man, no flip flops?

  7. ivoryhut Says:

    Yay! A prize we all can share. Especially since if y’all hadn’t started it, I never would have even tried to come up with the khaki defense. That was fun!

    Shelley, you are a riot. Not just one, but six giant heads. One for each day, then I rest on the seventh? Or is it 6 a day like scented nasal spray, once every 4 hours?

    I am trying to imagine a baby duck snorting, and cracking up with the image of a startled dog.

    DD, oh what I would give to be able to wear some flip flops today. It’s freezing here!! Shrew, are you all bundled up?

  8. leejolem Says:

    Congrats Ivoryhut!!! That’s all, too early for anything witty.

  9. A Gray Beacon in the Night « monkbot talk Says:

    […] After some initial hesitation, I went to the Beacon Theater last week with my son, Tim, who, along with Shrew, convinced me to brave the flooded streets in my area and head into the city on a Friday night. (Neither has yet to pull out the “I told you so” card on me. But I know it’s coming.) I’m so glad I did because there really is nothing like watching Taylor Hicks live, in his element, with a crowd feeding him more and more energy, making him boogie harder, spin faster, and growl louder. And he didn’t even have to wear khaki pants. […]

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