tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189862499700338748.post8376635668519364115..comments2023-10-31T08:35:06.883-04:00Comments on The House and I: The End of the OrdealEGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00413356156587831974noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189862499700338748.post-78532880268454824182008-06-26T08:49:00.000-04:002008-06-26T08:49:00.000-04:00I did it with a box of smelt and boy did it ever.....I did it with a box of smelt and boy did it ever..."smelt"suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05508811675772814493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189862499700338748.post-35958926986437355442008-06-25T21:29:00.000-04:002008-06-25T21:29:00.000-04:00I guess it could be worse, you could have a crooke...I guess it could be worse, you could have a crooked tire guy.<BR/><BR/>Know the feeling on leaving the meat in the car. I did that last summer with some really expensive steaks. It was over 40C that day (104F). *Shudder*theotherbearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12592106243268321644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189862499700338748.post-7467190670861400462008-06-25T15:42:00.000-04:002008-06-25T15:42:00.000-04:001) I hate tires. I don't care that they make cars ...1) I hate tires. I don't care that they make cars scoot along. HATE THEM. Cars should be on runners. Like old tyme sleds. Roads should be grooved.<BR/>2) GLAD you went to the movie. That was the perfect thing to do.<BR/>3) Poor Johnny. <BR/>4) Love da Jimmy.<BR/>5) Am mailing your jet pack to you.<BR/>6) Computers only talk after a few drinks. Then you can't shut 'em up.<BR/>7) Hamburger slide-stink: OH. WHY must there ALWAYS be a final indignity?!Sparkle Plentyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05580457285524512613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189862499700338748.post-72328724901904573282008-06-25T10:05:00.000-04:002008-06-25T10:05:00.000-04:00I think I'll have hot dogs.... Thanks...I think I'll have hot dogs.... Thanks...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com