tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post381425734791664058..comments2024-01-02T21:41:49.068-08:00Comments on Paul. Because 'Paul' is a nice name.: Quaint vignettes from my charming rural idyllFirstNationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-77465901487712151762008-05-29T19:02:00.000-07:002008-05-29T19:02:00.000-07:00It makes me sad that you no longer have that car, ...It makes me sad that you no longer have that car, it was a beaut'.<BR/><BR/>You know, you should get a bidet bird bath to go with the toilet planter. THEN it will be a proper garden. ;-)<BR/><BR/>And as one of those quiet, unobtrusive and well dressed ones, I can truly say that we are the ones who are none to be trifled with.Xulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15937470344531567453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-17584155272130213462008-05-28T13:51:00.000-07:002008-05-28T13:51:00.000-07:00CHAMP! you're here! your beard is here! your lycra...CHAMP! you're here! your beard is here! your lycra clad ass is here! ITS THE WHOLE STEVE NEAL EXPERIENCE!!! *faints from excessive release of estrogen*<BR/><BR/>frobi: i know...on one hand they're making the poor probie drink a beer they've all dipped their dicks in-and watching- and yet they all pride themselves on being really conservative and straight. weird shit. it is a mystery.<BR/><BR/>beast: SO WHERE ARE THE PICTURES??<BR/><BR/>ssa: well I know that and you know that but for the sake of the piece i had to write it. sheesh.//YOU MEAN...THE WHITE HOUSE IS NO LONGER AN ATTAINABLE GOAL? BUT THEY TOLD ME I COULD BE ANYTHING WHEN I GREW UP!!!!*runs off sobbing in her tutu*FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-50456685474021738412008-05-28T10:08:00.000-07:002008-05-28T10:08:00.000-07:00mom, you're a weirdo. OF COURSE I narc'd on you to...mom, you're a weirdo. OF COURSE I narc'd on you to dad, I felt like you were always doing that to me. That and you drive scary. It was more of a plea...please, Dad, I'll take the bus, just NEVER AGAIN...<BR/><BR/>nice boykissyboy rant there ma. way to ruin your presidential future!Secret Agent Squidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05476981658365289358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-39807550345379741262008-05-28T05:35:00.000-07:002008-05-28T05:35:00.000-07:00Miss FN I just bought another set of 4 solar glow...Miss FN I just bought another set of 4 solar glow boobs (end of line sale :-) ) , I will be littering them about the garden , it is going to be sooooooooooooo coolBEASThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428640137434521072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-87599876022947913432008-05-28T04:58:00.000-07:002008-05-28T04:58:00.000-07:00Can't remember the last time I saw a Hells Angel. ...Can't remember the last time I saw a Hells Angel. I must admit the initiations seem very bizarre, the weeing on each other etc.Frobisherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14139984461096994586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-59691203676356392412008-05-27T20:15:00.000-07:002008-05-27T20:15:00.000-07:00Three Hells Angels walk into a diner. Before they ...Three Hells Angels walk into a diner. Before they sit down they see the World Champ on the counter and decide to pick a fight by spitting in his food. The Champ says nothing and gets up, pays his bill and leaves. One of the Angels comments to the waitress: "That guy sure is a chicken s**t coward!" To which the waitress, looking out the window, replies: "Yea, his beard just had sex with your wives."World Champ Stephen Nealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03233004760190207435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-63776096845416345802008-05-27T16:33:00.000-07:002008-05-27T16:33:00.000-07:00z: they just make me tired. all the genuinely bad...z: they just make me tired. all the genuinely bad people I know are folks you'd walk past on the street without glancing at them twice. my husband has been asked to prospect by two clubs since we've been married, and it's just like...no. high school is over. grow the fuck up already assholes.<BR/><BR/>beast: eggzackly. to this day i look back on all the 'extreme' types that i knew that caved as soon as the reality of adult life smacked them upside the head.<BR/><BR/>voices: we know the same people, then. Yayas!<BR/>THERE IS NO GODDAMN TOILET PLANTER DAMMIT NO NO NO NO NO.<BR/><BR/>garfy: that was well damn said, son.<BR/><BR/>mj: yo MOMMA has a toilet planter.<BR/><BR/>beast: show her your 'solar glow boobs'. <BR/><BR/>mj: how about a clitoria ternatea? its leguminous!!<BR/><BR/>alala: well then. really, honestly, though..you DON'T want to encourage this sickness. or maybe you do. in any event have no fear, there'll DEFINITELY be more gardening stuff!<BR/><BR/>chaucers ITCH?: wtf? not that it's not cute; chaucer scrabbling away at his 'nads and all. still. back away from the cranberry and rum, lady.<BR/><BR/>jeannie: welcome welcome! see, that perfectly describes me and my husband of 22 years. when we met i was a lil' hippie chile and he was a pistol whipping, harley riding sonofabitch. come to think of it we haven't changed much.FirstNationshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387748372500478809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-28094766268515354962008-05-27T15:55:00.000-07:002008-05-27T15:55:00.000-07:00I remember accidentally going out with a biker onc...I remember accidentally going out with a biker once who was into all that macho club bullshit - I was a greenie hippie vegetarian at the time so you can see it was accidental on both sides of the coin.<BR/><BR/>I scared the crap out of him once when we had to stop for food so he insisted on McD and there was a whole group of the meanest looking wankers there, and I asked some innocuous questions about the "culture".jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17322709527738134797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-49201479443073761042008-05-27T14:55:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:55:00.000-07:00Oh god, mj's posting links. I'm afraid to click.I...Oh god, mj's posting links. I'm afraid to click.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I went back and re-read your crash story. Christ that never stops being funny. I love the bit where the real estate falls out your bra. Classic.Moominmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11750304448922417139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-70752910271192511392008-05-27T14:43:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:43:00.000-07:00Um. I like the gardening posts. Not that this one ...Um. I like the gardening posts. Not that this one wasn't also massively entertaining - it was - but when you write about gardening I'm taking little notes for when I have a garden in Utrecht next year.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-8728294561882482352008-05-27T14:08:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:08:00.000-07:00Beast: I’d prefer a topiary willie.Beast: I’d prefer a topiary <A HREF="http://tinyurl.com/6p52wz/" REL="nofollow">willie</A>.The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-14215247258839631662008-05-27T14:02:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:02:00.000-07:00Can I interest Miss MJ in a toppiary dolphin jumpi...Can I interest Miss MJ in a toppiary dolphin jumping thru a hoop ???<BR/>See I have real gardening class<BR/>***re arranges garden gnomes and other amusing garden ornaments****BEASThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428640137434521072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-64941837482681322002008-05-27T12:46:00.000-07:002008-05-27T12:46:00.000-07:00No toilet planter?Nothing to see here, then.*shuff...No toilet planter?<BR/><BR/>Nothing to see here, then.<BR/><BR/>*shuffles off to find someone with a proper gardening blog*The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-84360143438949540782008-05-27T12:09:00.000-07:002008-05-27T12:09:00.000-07:00I progress in a dignified manner in my Jagwaaaar/D...I progress in a dignified manner in my Jagwaaaar/Daimler, whisking past lesser mortals in their pathetic fuel efficient euro boxes. <BR/><BR/>Idiots with mohican haircuts and 'PUNK'S NOT DEAD' t shirts amuse me, as do gloomy Goths and emos. Only the well dressed are truly vicious.garferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11886540088842849166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-85370556042042826482008-05-27T11:55:00.000-07:002008-05-27T11:55:00.000-07:00so this post was about being bad? or "being baa-ad...so this post was about being bad? or "being baa-ad.." either way, if one needs to suit up to act like a jackass then let them. at least they let the rest of the world know they are who they are... some of the toughest, meanest bikers/people i know are the most soft spoken polite individuals. anyway, i was really looking forward to some more gardening posts and wheres that picture of your toilet planter mj keeps raving about?INNER VOICEShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711910995629845274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-11861246158430885632008-05-27T10:17:00.000-07:002008-05-27T10:17:00.000-07:00Awww bless em.I like the teenagers that all dress ...Awww bless em.<BR/>I like the teenagers that all dress the same 'to be different and rebel against whatever' which usualy soon vapourises when Mummy and Daddy stop paying the bills.<BR/>Its the quiet unobtrusive one you gotta watch :-)BEASThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428640137434521072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067023.post-58000268800555437972008-05-27T09:17:00.000-07:002008-05-27T09:17:00.000-07:00I think you're being unnecessarily mean to those b...I think you're being unnecessarily mean to those bad boys. First of all, how would anyone know to not mess with them if they didn't have all their pals to back them up? Secondly, where's the fun in rebelling if you don't do it in the company of a load of other people - I mean, what if no one noticed you were a rebel? Or, even worse, you were doing some kind of really uncool rebelling, and people were secretly sniggering at you behind your back? Wouldn't that be awful?<BR/><BR/>(One of my friends used to be married to one of those naughty bad boys. When they had a party to celebrate some anniversary of their chapter, their mothers made the cakes and canapès. C'mon, you have to love them, really)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com