aqua teen hunger force in the ball family

on the night before thanksgiving, we re-discoverd "is the end of that sentence." we then went through the entire quote, which i will post here:
Ignignokt: Oglethorpe and Emory.....................are not invited is the end of that sentence.
the plutonians (up above, in spaceship): Emory: wow, looks like they're having fun down there...."
Oglethorpe: Shut up! we're having fun in here!
Jigglebilly: Com'nce t' jigglin'!
(Emory goes to dance next to jigglebilly)
Oglethorpe: STOP!!! he is trying to control us!!!!!! he is trying to control our minds!!!!
^^lol. thats where the "is the end of that sentence" comes from. so now we've been going around saying that as well. and when we wish to combine, we go, "pie is the new black, is the end of that sentence."
you gotta love it man. i have such a hilarious family.

the things we ball family people come up with

once again, we have managed to turn an ordinary saying into something hilariously funny. as we're eating dinner the night before thanksgiving, aimee brings up the point of the saying "the new black". after we have a good laugh, she tells us to go around the house saying that tomorrow. so the following day all we said really was "turkey is the new black. pie is the new black. t. stewart on a popsicle stick is the new black."
later that evening (thanksgiving) as we sat around the fire before dinner, aimee notices its beginning to die. sarah and i had been the ones basically keeping the fire going all day, so as aim went to poke it and add more wood and newspaper, sarah and i asked her cautiously whether or not it was a good idea for her to be re-building the fire, when she hadn't had any experience. her reply was "shut up! i fried a turkey!" from then on her reply to any and all was "look, i fired a turkey! i can do anything now!"
last night, we all gathered into the office room to watch areva's add compaigne vidoe that was on krissy's blog. dude, that thing is hilarious. whoever thought that nuclear energy could be so......captivating? or as krissy put it, "mesmerizing."

the m&m commercial.

does anyone besides myself find it truly frightening that they made chocolate candy firstly into a kaleidoscope, and secondly that they're alive as they are eaten and then the square where the guy is sitting is like also a kaleidoscope? is that supposed to mean we're m&m's? that at any moment we could be picked up and devoured by someone whose part of an even bigger kaleidoscope who is then eaten by someone part of a bigger kaleidoscope and so on and so on? see for yourself:http://us.mms.com/us/fungames/tv/play_wmv.jsp?movieid=Kscope_30_7PM_700

beerpong and pictionary

as i sit here, mom, aimee, sarah and i have just finished a very competitive, "riveting" game of pictionary. it went something along the lines of us screaming words like "circle! rectangle! aphrodite! heart!" every time someone drew. obviously, aim and sarah won. so aimee and i went to check on bry, matt, and kris who were playing a "neverending" game of beerpong. matt was trying with three cups left to get rid of kris's one cup and had apparently lost three already in the process. we entered a discussion about the new dirty samoans hoodies and whether or not we could buy them ourselves, and then i convinced matt to let me try and beat kris with one shot. of course i lost but it started the conversation about august's party and how krissy and i had kicked major ass. so this is a classic friday night in the life of the ball family: beerpong and pictionary, 40 feet away and a level apart, yet going on at the same time and in the same house. you gotta love it.

the ball family thanksgving

the ball family thanksgiving. a startlingly hilarious scenario indeed.
let's start off with thanksgiving morning. we all were up and about by probably 11 am. as we prepared, we each were assigned to a certain job. sarah started her sauerkraut. aimee, mom and i began prepartion for the pie baking. it started out easily enough, we waited for lauren to get there to start. finally aimee just called her. five minutes later, aimee's back in the kitchen telling mom and i that lauren said she put us in charge of the pies the day before. well, that was the start of our wonderful, traditional, quirky ball family thanksgiving.
of course this didn't go over well with mother dear. we immediatly began recounting how lauren told us we could "start the pies if we wanted to". (and lauren if you're reading this i'm not arguing again, im merely recounting what happened.) so began our deciding that lauren was going to be getting everything we had forgotten. when she finally did arrive, with our goods, we began the pie making. around 4 o clock, aimee and kris set about preparing the turkey for its fry in the Ring of Fire. we began our feast of ham, fried turkey, green bean casserole, mash potatoes, sweet potatoes, sauerkraut, cranberry sauce, and stuffing around 6:30. later, as lauren and aimee lay passed out on the couch, i reading in the pod by the fire, kris asleep in his room, and sarah asleep in hers, we began the hibernation period, known only as "The Aftermath", seen above. slowly but surely mother came along to ask whether or not we wanted dessert. we all accepted, dazed as we were, and gulped down slices of pie before passing out again. if you didnt find this incredibly funny than screw you, you should have been there.

the bagel issue

early on to our stay in virginia, our second day to be exact, we realized that brayn had gotten us not higbie bagels, but counterfeits. needless to say we plotted many not-so-gentle ways of payback to him for this as lauren had left him a four page note specifying that he was to buy us higbie bagels or else. we tried calling him at 12 in the afternoon over and over, because he would be asleep still, and the ringing phone waking him up is something he hates. lucky him optimum shut off our phone service for the day. so then when he arrived last night, we thought about positioning the large bag of uneaten bagels above the door so that when he walked in he would be hit with a reminder of his failure. we decided this wouldnt end well. our second idea was to hurl bagels at him as he walked up the sidewalk....that fell through as well. we also thought about locking him out and then hiding in the office room to watch them suffer in the cold. we finally decided upon leaving the bag on the stoop with a note pinned to it that read "we want higbie bagels". he *cough* didnt seem to notice. dont you just love the ball family?