tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.comments2009-04-21T13:01:28.768-04:00Scooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743988897324731902noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-26492839673265237382009-04-21T13:01:00.000-04:002009-04-21T13:01:00.000-04:00excellentAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-46212530874917603552008-12-25T14:41:00.000-05:002008-12-25T14:41:00.000-05:00Maybe he was suffering from CATaracts? :pSadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913782703095008685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-37119867594300834832008-12-10T21:32:00.000-05:002008-12-10T21:32:00.000-05:00Oh my God... that's sad. My college years consisted of a lot of alcohol and learning how to attend class hungover. In my days, those kids would have had the shit beat out of them. Where is the world heading?Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913782703095008685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-6008653252083896482008-12-10T21:24:00.000-05:002008-12-10T21:24:00.000-05:00Why would anyone ever want to do that?....Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913782703095008685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-44616217986477670712008-12-03T10:30:00.000-05:002008-12-03T10:30:00.000-05:00Could you imagine going to the porta potty at a festival in this??? It should come with built in Depends.Patricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-85313857112391813112008-11-22T21:03:00.000-05:002008-11-22T21:03:00.000-05:00That's awesome. Now when I go to concerts I don't have to put the flask, well, I'll just say that the people who frisk you at concerts don't touch you there - and it's probably only something a girl could do because for a guy you'd be too, uh, bulky... :pSadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913782703095008685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-79215580390929890592008-11-16T14:16:00.000-05:002008-11-16T14:16:00.000-05:00lol - that's terrible! There are name's I can't remember, much less email addresses!Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913782703095008685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-27912958606036356422008-11-16T14:14:00.000-05:002008-11-16T14:14:00.000-05:00omg... Peaches, that's funny. I have a friend who actually got that tattooed on her lower back. Yeah, the tramp stamp that says Peaches. *sigh*Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913782703095008685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-87726898347846171022008-11-15T21:09:00.000-05:002008-11-15T21:09:00.000-05:00Do they do a mankini version...Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17147817797039125375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-76275646821609915412008-11-15T20:08:00.000-05:002008-11-15T20:08:00.000-05:00real men don't drink their beer out of a glass----but hey to each his own -----<BR/><BR/>Gary (old dude)<BR/>http://threescoreplusten.blogspot.com/Gary ("Old Dude")http://www.blogger.com/profile/00840287762340872772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-43315304832916570242008-11-14T21:21:00.000-05:002008-11-14T21:21:00.000-05:00Wheelchairs are probably the best way to go. Walking motion is hard to create in machines, and you already mentioned a few of the other drawbacks. :)NathanKPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11778888923964317040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-68090265579341022292008-11-12T13:25:00.000-05:002008-11-12T13:25:00.000-05:00The term "cackling" comes to mind.VTFatDaddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14572106482255170259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-5990458983668977782008-11-05T21:00:00.000-05:002008-11-05T21:00:00.000-05:00Call me when they make one that holds champagne!Patricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-2348714711996625242008-11-05T20:59:00.000-05:002008-11-05T20:59:00.000-05:00How are you supposed to breathe? And wouldn't you want your hands free? Oops...did I just say that?Patricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-86446438470788214362008-10-26T22:13:00.000-04:002008-10-26T22:13:00.000-04:00A jock strap for the head?YummY!http://yummydown.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-74997720290521623372008-10-25T10:47:00.000-04:002008-10-25T10:47:00.000-04:00i seriously just pee'd my pants.superdeenahttp://openid.aol.com/superdeenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-20064155747511056902008-10-17T15:59:00.000-04:002008-10-17T15:59:00.000-04:00Feed the family I mean how do you feed your family and still live in a house like that?Big Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-56630019560621670562008-10-17T15:51:00.000-04:002008-10-17T15:51:00.000-04:00As he processes your return on turbo tax for $19.95 and by the end of the night you owe out more to him then you do to the IRS. Damn I really need a new job! LOLbig rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-74755664301531633672008-10-17T15:46:00.000-04:002008-10-17T15:46:00.000-04:00Wow. I really need a job like this one for the money it pays. LOL Even part time would be nice!Big Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-8794654150664976182008-10-16T13:20:00.000-04:002008-10-16T13:20:00.000-04:00Did Minky get paid for this modeling gig...if so, he hasn't turned over my share yet.Patricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-76471598666492088552008-10-13T16:37:00.000-04:002008-10-13T16:37:00.000-04:00Mostly good ideas there. Probably a good idea to have a lawyer with you in traffic court too.Traffic Courthttp://www.town-court.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-48821393023507687352008-10-13T11:10:00.000-04:002008-10-13T11:10:00.000-04:00Duh they are in training. We used to make my little cousins battle it out all the time. Forget that silly Pinata excuse, we keep it honest. Hold on I hear child services at the door...Average Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08224878470969883698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-63507997351391128392008-10-13T11:07:00.000-04:002008-10-13T11:07:00.000-04:00LMAO, prepare for a blanket statement with no apologies. "All cell phones are made for midgets, excuse me, little people." I am so close to trading my cell phone in for laptop.(They pretty much do the same things these days.) Either I am getting older or the screens and buttons are getting smaller.Average Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08224878470969883698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-46666943960956294932008-10-13T08:55:00.000-04:002008-10-13T08:55:00.000-04:00You know the REAL Housewives of NYC are like what they hell! <BR/><BR/>It's like watching a bad trainwreck. But I love how NeNe refers to Atlanta as the "black Hollywood". And they all have to explain just how wealthy they are...because the word "wealthy" doesn't really tell us much....mmmm girl cash money wealthy.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333788418603838138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893960519201240776.post-2212484451952218592008-10-09T15:27:00.000-04:002008-10-09T15:27:00.000-04:00Wow, I feel so honored to be named in your first blog post! Now I need to think about what else I can convince you to do...Patricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144noreply@blogger.com