tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090564.post114981938777593435..comments2023-10-31T07:08:07.238-07:00Comments on birdsovafeather: I Feel Like I Should Send Elton John A Condolence Card Because I'm Definitely Not Feeling The Love Tonightbirdiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951968102664324096noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090564.post-1150149979401363922006-06-12T15:06:00.000-07:002006-06-12T15:06:00.000-07:00Dude...your great-grandmother was a dirty rotten w...Dude...your great-grandmother was a dirty rotten whore?<BR/><BR/><I>I'm</I> a dirty rotten whore!<BR/><BR/>That makes us practically related.robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18284048462671310960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090564.post-1149984597694505472006-06-10T17:09:00.000-07:002006-06-10T17:09:00.000-07:00Hope they didn't find anything incriminating or em...Hope they didn't find anything incriminating or embarrassing in your truck, Chud. Like the one time at airport checkpoint when they pulled out a pair of fussy handcuffs from my carry-on.Carl from L.A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10552044041478899714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090564.post-1149882730755870912006-06-09T12:52:00.000-07:002006-06-09T12:52:00.000-07:00wow, i'm glad i've never had either of those probl...wow, i'm glad i've never had either of those problems. robin, yours is kinda funny, but carl... that's enough to piss a brother off. <BR/><BR/>though for a month straight i was getting pulled over at least once a day because my white ford ranger standard cab looked like a lifted 4WD canary yellow s-10 extended cab that used in a robbery. so, at least once a day every day i was being searched. w00t!Drunken Chudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04669157739028122437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090564.post-1149865392225661642006-06-09T08:03:00.000-07:002006-06-09T08:03:00.000-07:00That's not nearly as annoying as someone mistakes ...That's not nearly as annoying as someone mistakes your phone number as a fax number - you answer the phone and all you get is a deafening high frequency pitch that feels like someone *is* stabbing you in the eye. You hang up and then it calls you back. <BR/><BR/>Every three minutes. All night long. <BR/><BR/>I can't even tell them I'd be their bitch just so that they'd stop calling.Carl from L.A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10552044041478899714noreply@blogger.com