tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post2266455365902718016..comments2024-02-26T08:01:22.408+02:00Comments on Ziva's Inferno: The One With The Farting FishZivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18174558111427961797noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-61791423268690245602010-04-27T15:37:03.767+03:002010-04-27T15:37:03.767+03:00Nicky - If you feel like doing more housework, I w...Nicky - If you feel like doing more housework, I would totally cook you dinner if you came over. And the farting fish that sounds like your man can be found <a href="http://puzzlefarter.com" rel="nofollow">here</a>. Charming, isn't it? I really hope Santa will let me have that dishwasher, cause as soon as I get it, I'll start wishing for a trip to Canada.<br /><br /><br />MikeWJ - Cookies and movies with dead Nazis coming right up! We don't say "get a room" over here. Mostly because we don't actually speak English, but if we did, I'm sure we'd say it. You don't really want to be doing stuff like that in the sauna, you're likely to pass out. Not that I'd know anything about that.Zivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18174558111427961797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-45810185570241805292010-04-27T06:47:13.464+03:002010-04-27T06:47:13.464+03:00I'll clean the kitchen while M's away, but...I'll clean the kitchen while M's away, but I'm going to need lots of cookies and movies. I like movies a lot, and that's the other thing I do when Kerry's gone. I watch all the movies she won't usually watch--the ones in which all the Nazis get killed. And Russians. And bad CIA agents. I'm sure you know the type, what with being ex-Mossad and all.<br /><br />I'm going to have to look for this farting fish game, too. It doesn't sound familiar, but then farting fish don't necessarily always catch my attention right away.<br /><br />I think you and Nicky might want to get a room, by the way. Do they say "get a room" in Finland? Or is it just "take a sauna?" I actually don't know, even though I know a surprising amount about Finland because of my time spent there working undercover. As an agent. Not "taking a sauna."MikeWJ at Too Many Morningshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05357719098554598893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-14543626319162685502010-04-27T03:20:17.943+03:002010-04-27T03:20:17.943+03:00I can't sleep when my man's away either, b...I can't sleep when my man's away either, but I do get more housework done when he's not here. I think I need to try that farting fish game when he leaves...it will help me feel like he's still around.<br /><br />And keep writing to Santa. He eventually listens. I've been writing to him for years asking to meet a fabulous green Finnish girl with 3 arms so I can have funny, interesting and often suggestive conversations with her.Nickyhttp://www.weworkforcheese.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-33070236910035476542010-04-26T23:18:08.766+03:002010-04-26T23:18:08.766+03:00Mike - I don't sleep either when M's gone....Mike - I don't sleep either when M's gone. Usually I'm the one telling him to come to bed, but when he's gone, I'm up all night, making the fish fart. Killing Nazis sound like a more noble way to spend your night than trying to get the fish to fart with the right amount of force. But you're more than welcome to come over, because M left for Sweden again, and my kitchen could really use a good cleaning.<br /><br />Frank - Dammit! I knew there was something under all those dirty dishes. I just figured it was a dead body or something.<br /><br />Linda - I'm with you, I really should have been born rich and famous and never have to do anything. And preferably be naturally beautiful as well. Although, now that I know you like the third arm and greenish skin, I feel better.<br /><br />Candice - Nooooooo! You'll never be able to stop! Don't say I didn't warn you.Zivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18174558111427961797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-22275976156463993632010-04-26T21:56:20.078+03:002010-04-26T21:56:20.078+03:00Farting fish?? I apparently have been missing out ...Farting fish?? I apparently have been missing out on all of the fun. <br /><br />Going to google it now.Candicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-1476113737804744582010-04-26T21:01:37.761+03:002010-04-26T21:01:37.761+03:00Alex just left for the week. Hah! No getting dre...Alex just left for the week. Hah! No getting dressed for a whole week! Hooray! I need to unload the dishwasher. Believe it or not, Ziva, that's going to wait till 15 minutes before he walks back in the house! I was not cut out for tasks and chores but for riches and fame. Too bad, huh?Linda Medranohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03440058568073764902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-67726287600949586822010-04-26T09:18:07.149+03:002010-04-26T09:18:07.149+03:00Hey, Ziva, I just got this special delivery letter...Hey, Ziva, I just got this special delivery letter from Santa that I think was meant for you:<br /><br />"Dear Z. I left you a dishwasher. It was under that load of dishes you had in the kitchen, but when you didn't use it for so long I figured you didn't want it, so I took it back. How about a nice scrubby pad instead?"Frank Lee MeiDerehttp://probablydontlikeyou.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253452556872551898.post-12430109362486056522010-04-26T04:49:37.745+03:002010-04-26T04:49:37.745+03:00I wonder how common this behavior is? I always tho...I wonder how common this behavior is? I always thought it was peculiar to me. When my wife's not home, which is rare, several things happen:<br />One, I don't sleep. Now, I don't sleep much anyway, not most nights. But I pretty much stop sleeping altogther when Kerry's gone. I pretty much can't sleep, in fact, because a certain restlessness kicks in. That's when the video games start calling my name: "Mike, there's Nazi's to kill. Come kill them now and feel rewarded by advancing to Level 33." Eventually, usually late into that first night, when my back's killing me on account of the video games, I also go nuts on the kitchen, cleaning every dirty dish and every surface, some of them twice. It fairly sparkles by the time she gets home. I never, however, write letters to Santa. You've done a nice job it, though, and I hope he answers your wish this year, assuming he's not on vacation in the south of France. He can fly, you know, even in an ash cloud, thanks to Rudolph's nose so bright. It'd be great to be Santa, don't you think? Think of the cookies.....MikeWJ at Too Many Morningshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05357719098554598893noreply@blogger.com