On the Jackson family's annual road trip, twelve-year old Kevin was zoned out with his headphones on high. His mother, Marge, was trying not to grit her teeth thinking about the cochlear damage he was probably suffering; she could hear every curse word blaring through the foam earpieces. Furthermore, her husband was asking every ninety seconds or so, "Are we having fun yet?" Lucy, the four-year old, was in her booster seat in the back, happily bouncing along, hollering "I am dyn-o-mite!, I am dyn-o-mite." Marge's nerves were shredded.
Mercifully, the Jackson mini-van pulled into a Cracker Barrel restaurant just off the interstate. Marge gratefully left Lucy and Kevin with their father and escaped to the goat-milk lotion haven that was the bathroom. Reluctantly leaving the small peace within, Marge emerged just in time to hear Pete, her husband, hollering, "Lucy, you've got a lot of 'splaining to do." Lucy burst into tears among a rapidly expanding circle of gumballs bouncing around the country-store-half of the restaurant like marbles. With a martyred sigh, Marge bent to begin the clean-up of her offspring's most recent crisis. She rejoined her family as they were being seated, and with her jaw clenching even further, endured the dour waiter's snippy child rearing advice. "You can't let children get away with that. You've got to nip it. Nip it in the bud." Losing her temper, Marge began shouting at the neanderthal trying to take their drink order. "What do you know, you stupid jerk! When I want child-rearing advice, I'll call Dr. Freaking Spock! Go to hell!" And grabbing each kid by one arm, she forced her chair back and stormed out of the restaurant. Trying to be supportive, Pete jumped alongside her, praising her ability to stick up for herself, "Well, that's my little Margie! Don't let some smug waiter push you around, honey." Making their way around the crates and baskets in the country store, Marge was too intensely occupied with her anger to hear the hostess at the door holler after them, "Y'all come back now, hear?" By the time they made it back to the minivan, she came up short looking at the smug look on Pete's face. Little did he know, he was next in line for her snapped temper......
Well, I guess that was a little more than two paragraphs. Sorry.
2006-11-02 15:50:46
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answered by MissNeen 3
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Man, I was thinking to myself the other day that I am dy no mite! But, as I on my trip thinking that, I kept asking myself, are we having fun yet? My sister told me that it didnt matter what other people thought, as long as you were having fun, thats all that matterd. Thats my little Margie. I guess I have to nip it, nip it in the bud, and make myself have a good time out here. When I left the camp site, the park ranger said to us, "y'all come cack now, hear?" And then our SUV ran out of gas. I was suposed to be in charge of it. And I could hear father in the front, "Lucy, you've got a lot of splainin' to do." I love it when he says that. Its so funny.
2006-11-02 23:30:44
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answered by Brittney 5
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Lucy and Ethal were leaving the department store and the owner said, "Y'all com back now, hear" as he helped Lucy out to the car with hundreds of dollars of merchandise. Lucy turned to Ethal and asked, "are we having fun yet?" Ethal picked up a little toy and pulled the string in the back and it said, "I am dy no mite!" She turned to Lucy and said sure but come on isn't this a little rediculus? When Lucy returned home Ricky was there and yelled, "Lucy, you got alot of "splainin" to do" when he saw all the bags that Ethal and the door man were helping Lucy bring into the apartment. He picked up a toy and asked what it was, Lucy turned to him and said, "well, that's my little margie." Ricky replied, "what is it?" Lucy turned to Ricky and said, "its for when the oven decides not to work, you got to nip it. Nip it in the bud otherwise it wont ever work right again."
2006-11-02 23:35:35
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answered by soccerbabe_angel 3
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Matt was a little drunk and was going around yelling "I am dy no mite".
Fetus looked at him in digust and said " Are we having fun yet?"
Matt went on and on saying "well, that's my little Margie."
Fetus asked him " Don't ya mean, that's my Miss Kitty, Matt, you've got to nip it. Nip it in the bud, and quit this bull malarky. Then he was helping Matt out the door over to his room and the lady from the bar yelled out, "y'a;; come back now, hear?" then she went inside and said "Lucy, you've got alot of 'splainin" to do, you know that is MArshall Dillion and he belongs to Miss Kitty in Dodge City. So what was you up to?"
Lucy just looks at her and says " I don't think that's any of your damn business." and walks off.
2006-11-03 00:20:28
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answered by nevada nomad 6
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I hate to tell you, but those are pretty used up. Fonzie says AAYYY !
2006-11-02 23:27:18
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answered by Old Cripple 3
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answer my question http://mx.answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Aizf0V8SmYf4FC.4wLDnR_WY8gt.?qid=20061102194837AAZg9H5
2006-11-02 23:25:22
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answered by ? 2
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