I love people who just *understand*

God, they made that house look, er, interesting. At least they can say they improved it. Hard to go wrong with a shell of a house...

You have a caring and sensitive sister, there.

Sometimes it's good to just let rip.

I could make some comment about you having a howling good time, but that would be tasteless and stupid. So I won't.

nothing wrong with the odd 'arooooooooooooooooo' every now and then.

aaaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaaa-roooooooooo!

I'm drawing a remarkable comparison between this post and the post about the girl down stairs. Is there something you're not telling us?

Mangoes, Scotty. Mangoes.

This is the first time I've been here, but this is a pretty funny blog entry for my first reading on one of your entries. It's funny though because I could so see my brother and I doing that, or my best friends and I. :) Good times. I am definitely going to read some other entries.

Yet another noise to add to the 'strange noises Shauny makes' list. LOL

I want to howl now.

Pity I'm at work.

Ah, mangoes. Nice and juicy, moist on the inside.

ahhh, sisters. they understand. s'good, innit?

WTF IS WITH THE MANGOES?!?! AAAAHH!!!!! [runs off clutching head in hands, smacking into the wall and falling down into a helpless, blubberins mass of flesh]

shauny... can you take pity on the n00bs and post a link to your mango post?

what mango post?

Mango Myths

You know, I've been reading that Mango Myths page and I'm a Hindu and didn't know all that stuff. The sad part of growing up outside my heritage. Ahwell, at least I like mangoes. Going to India in a week and although it's out of season, people keep slices frozen and make mango pulp which is very sweet and great with food! Whoohoo!

Someone who'll howl with you.. now that's what I call a best friend :).

You are so lucky Shauny. I love my sister, but if I howled out of the blue while watching TV she would yell, "You are SO WEIRD!!" and not howl along.

My sister is just a rotten moron. She was trying to explain to me the other day that the British spell "through" wrong, that through is spelled thru and that the pronunciation of "through" is "thruff".

You're wonderfully lucky, Shauna dear.

That's a great little moment; hearing of times like that make me wish I had a sister or brother; it's a kind of closeness I as an only child can only imagine. But you help me imagine it so well!

BTW, if one's eyes are going to be riveted on someone's arse, I think Rhiannon made an excellent choice...

Ah, see, that's so nice. Nobody howls with me.

I'm an only child but pretty much another brother at my best friend's house. And we do all sorts of stuff. We've howled, grunted, tackled other people, raced (both on feet and wheels), pick out Christmas trees, act like we're hacking at each other with saws, headbang to classical music, headbang to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra (which, I might add, was quite an excellent performance), stay up till God-knows-when playing video games together, stay up till God-knows-when playing video games separately but in the same room together, suffocated selected individuals in "brotherly" hugs where all four of us surround the individual, etc. It really is a special feeling to feel part of something like that.