I have a drinking problem. No wait – that’s not it. It’s a typing problem. My “the”s always come out “teh” and I keep losing Ts to the subsequent word, like when I’m trying to say “about it” or “thought it”, it always comes out like this:
What IS that, a Freudian slip? What is my obsession with tits? Oh sure I’ll catch one now and again and correct it <— including this one right here.
So if you are a blogger and I’ve left a “tit” on your blog somewhere in the comments section, I’d like to apologize right here and now.
Yeah, I’ve probably dropped some “tits” everywhere. How embarrassing, the thought of leaving them stranded like that out in the blogosphere. I’ve been typing since high school, when I had a typing class – boy THAT class sucked big you-know-whats. The teacher was awful. Here’s how awful she was: It was a TYPING class and the VALEDICTORIAN of our class couldn’t get an A out of her, virtually smudging his perfect 4.0 (except we had these things called AP classes whose grades counted one point higher than a normal class, and I’m sure he got As in those and thereby graduated with more than a 4.0, which should theoretically be impossible, but since when does any school district run on logic?)
So this “tit” thing. Does it somehow imply that I’m a sex addict, like Russell Brand? Or Bill Clinton? Or, whatever the female equivalent of that would be? Samantha Jones, I suppose.
Or maybe it’s less disturbing than that and I’m merely dyslexic. Because I also often type “your” as “yoru”, and you’ll also notice that my “tits” are actually formed by swapping the “t” and the space, right? Right?
Hey, did you hear the one about the dyslexic who walked into a bra?
So anyway, with my previous post eluding to Megan Fox’s upper quadrant and now this, one might think my blog has taken on a new theme. That’s right – It’s Boobs Week at Nanny Goats in Panties. Tune in next week when we’ll hear Nanny Goats say: “So I was in Stockholm the other day with Olga, the Traveling Bra…”
All right, this ends our show for today, thank you for coming. Exit doors are on the right. Also, for the men, we have forehead-dabbing cloths on the tables out in the hallway to help you recover from all this “tit talk”. For those needing further assistance, you will find cold shower accomodations down the hall – just follow the signs. Please leave in an orderly fashion and you may now turn your cell phones back on. And don’t forget to stop at the gift shop counter on your way out for your free key chain or whatever crap they’re giving away out there.
Ta ta! (or is that Tatas?) Sorry, okay, I’m really done with that now.
One of my blogbuds, Cheri, of Insignificant Ramblings was at the Sequoia Zoo, up in Eureka, California, where the goats have issues. Like this guy, who thinks he is a flamingo.
Or a drumstick.
I *never* make typos. (cough-cough)But you can leave as many typos with me as you wish.
Glad you liked the picture. That goat was very unconcerned about pretty much everything going on around him. lol!
I have tit problems, too. It’s a curse:)
Love your blog!!!
this nanny goat picture is hilarious!!!!
I always ALWAYS type “teh” but so far I haven’t accidentally typed “tit”. LOL.
Better tits than shits 🙂
I’m in the same boot. ;o) love the goat pic. 🙂
that happens to me too….dang it all
Haha thanks for the laughs! My keyboard plays those tricks on me too! And computer class in junior high was the absolute worst! I remember sitting at the computer with my head tilted back for what felt like eternity typing “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
You realize that goat just took a crap and now somebody has to clean it up. No wonder he’s smiling…
I’m thrilled to have your “tits” on my blog.
I like your tits! My tits come out all the time, I can’t corral them into submission.
That poor goat in the background is high centered on the bale of hay!
All this tit for tat talk is quite titillating indeed. Drop a tit on my blog anytime. The more the merrier. 🙂
Srsly, this post is hilarious.
Funny but I’ve never done the “tit” thing. At least not on paper or in the past 25 or so years…
I always mess up my tits. and my littels. I always mess up my little tits.
hee-hee!
Samantha Fox??!! Priceless.
Don’t knock the goat. I stand like that, too, when I am blowing my hair dry.
look on the bottom of that goat picture, hes loosing his marbles, hee hee hee!
the human says youre welcome to leave a tit on our blog anytime.
All this tit talk, and the cloths are for dabbing my forehead?
I plan on using them to wipe up.
Perhaps I’ve said too much.
Just go with it- if nothing else it’s a good excuse to say whatever you feel- like blog tourettes.
I have a habit of typing ‘bog’ instead of blog, read into that what you will.
Being a goat I found this post udderly fascinating….
I’m giggling like a 12 year old boy.
For the goat picture did you notice the one in the back looks as if he/she is sitting on the toilet?
Oh, LOL! I do the same thing. Especially with the (just did it) words “with the”…I always type “withe”. And my friend Chris T___…yeah, I always type his name Christ…
Same problem here. I’m conviced my keyboard or computer intentially play tricks on me – sometimes they eliminate letters altogether.
Oh LOL!!!
Seriously – you crack me up, I love it!
And thanks for following me on Twitter…now, that’s a whole new world….
OMGosh is that goat OK? Does he have all his legs or is he a one-legged disabled goat.
Love the goat thing, but let’s not stoop to making fun of animals that are missing limbs – Like maybe that goat’s name is Eileen, etc.
Now on to the boobage – Your last post was about how you can’t see the necklace for Megan Fox’s endowments now you complain of typing tit. I think this transformers chick and her natural assets have you off balance. I suggest spending time in a sausage factory to bring you back to center.
Should I be pissed you never showed me your tits?
I hvae the same problem.
And, no, I don’t want to see THOSE tits 🙂
This is hysterical!!!! It shoudl be nominated for something. Thanks, you made my day!
I do this tit thing all the time!
And my caps locking is poppin’
Peace – Rene
I’m sure teh problem is I have a dyslexic keyboard. Nothing to do with me or teh drink! Be tit’s teh same with you.
Don’t think I’ve been graced by your “tit” yet. Keep trying. 😉
The amazing Drumstick Goat! Lovely, Margaret!
F u cn rd this tit dsnt mtr…
I have teh same problem. Heh, see what I did there?!?
Never tits, which is the story of my life. Sigh.
tits. makes me laugh every time. because I’m mature like that.
Speaking of tits, I had my squished this week for a Mamo. I highly recommend all ladies get this test. Now I know I’m good for a couple of years in that department.
Love the Goat Thing! That one really made me LOL. :o))
Well at least you get tits. I’m always udpating things. 🙁