nola1962: I am no chick or hen, but a lone wolf that doesn't follow the pack.
bluechild: Well I'm a cougar myself. Chickens are for dinner baby.

nola1962: Feel the Love!
tammyvee: I FEEL IT!!!, I FEEL IT!!!

megzfiddler64: -breaks a pinata shaped like Dora the Explorer over her head; hands out kittens to everyone entering this thread; pours ketchup all over her hair; screams at the top of her lungs - Mike, I still want you to pay attention to me.

melywely82: My husband and I love the show. Unfortunatly so does my 3 yr old son. I am concerned that he may want to be like you when he gets older. Should I start therapy now or wait till he gets a little older?
leighb04: Your son could do worse..
ilovecolinandbrad: Yeah, he could want to be like Michael Jackson

-while in the COPS chatroom-
moderator: What makes a good Cop?
ilovecolinandbrad: MACE SKILLS!

caramel30: OK, why are these cookies so "special" since I got one, are they like magic or something..? Am I gonna grow wings??
mort2be2007: oh honey...thats a very closly guarded secret! its not really publicized or announced! its very much assumed after the first bite!!

-while discussing Mike Rowe's Alter Ego-
braaains:Does anyone else find it suspicious that we have never seen Superman, and Mike in the same place at the same time?
megzfiddler64: Granted, but we also haven't seen Britney Spears and Mike Rowe in the same room at the same time...
cooliecat: There are a lot of people and Mike who have never been together in the same room. I've never been in the same room with Mike. could I be cooliecat in one dimension and Mike Rowe in the next? could I be Mike Rowe who has chosen to use another board name? hmmmm? aren't you wondering?
mort2be2007: hands coolie the cookie she gave me.. (I saved it for a rainy day) because she posed such a great philosophical hypothesis

azula007: If you had only 3 words to describe Mike whatever they may be how would you describe him?
nola1962: Play naked Twister
wpaycer: Poo Poo Poo
nola1962: Damn It Barsky!
amymarie78: Built Ford Tough
missbananas: A dirty boy
creevice: tight man rack

-while playing the Mike Rowe Game-
--nicky--: i'll take assassin bugs and leave "shit creek", the canoe he rode in, and the oar. hey...its a combo deal...lol.
mikerowe: (This my friends, is why Mike Rowe hangs out in Mike Rowe's World. Please, proceed.)

Kaeori: Meaghan you are the jam for that awesome chop to the throat of authority!

-while discussing possible new top ten Mike Rowe lists-
megzfiddler64: Mike's Top Ten Favorite Moustachioed Men!
arcysharky: Mike Rowe's Top 10 favorite kinds of poo.
mrsjones13: The Top 10 List of...Mike Rowe's favorite top ten lists...
moonie954: Top ten geoduck analogies...

-my grandma is on the phone, talking to my uncle-
My Grandma: Yeah, You're fine. You can come...
My Great-Grandma: Oh, what are you doing? Are you planning a party!?
My Grandma: Do you have to know ever little thing I do??!! NO! No parties!
My Great-Grandma: -in a let -down voice- Aw, that's no fun...

-My Great-Grandma is napping, I sneak into her room-
Me: -yelling- CHOCOLATE RAIN!!
-I run away laughing hysterically-

-While talking about "taking a number"-
Arcysharky: I can't count, so can I take a letter, I would like to be A. Plus can I score on a A-J system. A being Awesomely Amazing, and J being Joltingly Terrible. -Shark
(they don't teach sharks how to count.)
Caramel 30: Sharks can only count up to the number of fins they have right??
Arcysharky: Yes and I don't even know what that number is.

-in spanish class, while talking about a fast food place next our school-
My Spanish Teacher: You know what chicken joes is like??? It's like a crackstand. In front of a crackhouse. With a whole bunch of little crackbabies inside. And they sell crack all the time!
Me: Um, excuse me, but there's just no way you just compared Chicken Joes to selling crack...

-while talking about nicknames-
Allie: Meaghan, I shall call you "Cracker"
Me: So does that mean I can call you "My Negro Amigo"?

-While thinking of band names-
Me: The drunk babies!
Elissa: The green puppies?
Brian: -in an angry yelling voice - THE BROKEN KNEE CAPS!

My Grandma: Meaghan, can you please put the chairs around the fire pit away? (we have a firepit, but there's a 5 1/2 foot fence around the yard, and I'm too lazy to walk around)
Me: Okay.
- I start singing the james bond theme while I shimmy around the fence guard on the porch -the porch is high up-, and jump over it, and jump out of the yard, I get the chairs by the fire pit, grab them all, and run over to the fence. After careful thinking, I put all the chairs on the other side of the fence, except one. I jump onto the one chair and hop over to the fence, and grab the chair, and bring it over to the yard side of the fence, then I stand up-
My Grandma: -staring-
Me: What, no applause?!

-While talking on the phone to brianna, and listening to the music video for "Working class heroes"-
Guy in the Music Video: What we need is people to come over to our third world counrty, and help us
Me: NO! NO! NO!!!!!! George bush is going to see this and he's going to come over there, and he's gonna SOMEHOW think you have weapons of mass destruction, RUN AWAY THIRD WORLD COUNTRY MAN!!! RUN AWAY! FASTER! YOU'RE GONNA GET NUKED!!!!!!! RUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
Brianna: Meaghan...Can't...Breathe...Laughing...Too...Hard...