tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post5804787341747830667..comments2023-11-15T04:06:42.227+00:00Comments on May Contain Nuts: Fuel Prices and Coat-hangersAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13316263425112020638noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-56176407377917097512011-01-12T14:05:58.466+00:002011-01-12T14:05:58.466+00:00And I waited several days hoping this wouldn't...And I waited several days hoping this wouldn't be noticed. The second time I've embarrassed myself on the net this week. <br />On a visit home my friend and I popped into a aquaint Annapolis restaurant to use their ladies room. While waiting on the current 'user' to exit, I studied the door. When the nice looking man exited I asked, "What language is that? 'estroo' Luckily I don't remember the expression on the guy's face.<br /><br />My friend took a picture of the door for posterity and sends it to me when I need a laugh<br /><br />@ Thea, fooling around?<br /><br />@ Bill, the advertisement must have worked! <br /><br />Michael, taxes in Louisiana on gas are some of the highest and we produce it! I commiserate on the rant. We should all put in orders for electric cars and see how fast the price drops.Marcellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05152334280190469669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-52491119673781832472011-01-10T23:14:59.995+00:002011-01-10T23:14:59.995+00:00ah yes, spilling the red wine in the porche did co...ah yes, spilling the red wine in the porche did come to mind as I posted! and you have a good memory. Unfortunately for me, I have way too many dating disasters to choose from, so that one had to take a back seat pardon the pun :-))Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16263191344776207090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-34146448683768038792011-01-10T20:17:15.404+00:002011-01-10T20:17:15.404+00:00Hey R - I'm willing to bet a fair few folk hav...Hey R - I'm willing to bet a fair few folk have done something similar. What about the red wine spill on the floor of the posh car? <br /><br />Nice one, Thea. One for the kids!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13316263425112020638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-37268666433209449322011-01-10T20:06:12.140+00:002011-01-10T20:06:12.140+00:00bill, at least it wasn't on the front of your ...bill, at least it wasn't on the front of your pants - she woulda thought you were braggin...lol<br /><br />my best friend and i were in church up front, fooling around all thru mass, and the lady behind us who we did not know, grabbed us by the collar, lecturing us on our behavior and marched us up right to the priest after mass. of course, we thought we were really in trouble. But the priest looked at us, then looked at the lady and said he hadn't noticed anything and if the lady had been paying attention she wouldn't have seen anything either. and then he waved us off. of course, i turned around and stuck my tongue out at the lady and boy was she ticked. yay, one for the kiddies!!!Theahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17317627113212677863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-81124050130917680852011-01-10T20:03:02.237+00:002011-01-10T20:03:02.237+00:00I once went on a second date with a guy, a bbq inv...I once went on a second date with a guy, a bbq invite to his house. I arrived with a smile and some nice wine. Having chit chatted nervously in his plush kitchen/diner he poured me a wine and beckoned me out to the patio to enjoy the sunshine, via some french doors, whilst he prepared the salad.<br /><br />I walked confidently out to the patio, glass in hand, until I was stopped by my face smacking into the closed patio glass, bursting my nose and temporarily blinding me with blood, which prevented me from seeing the blood soak into his cream pure new wool carpet.<br /><br />He did take me to casualty, but he didnt ask me for a third date.....yikesRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16263191344776207090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-33322382163728603272011-01-10T19:21:19.451+00:002011-01-10T19:21:19.451+00:00Did you impress, Bill? Perhaps she thought the arr...Did you impress, Bill? Perhaps she thought the arrow pointing down meant you were advertising. <br /><br />Or was that during your super-sized days? The Bill I know is a good deal more svelte than an XL.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13316263425112020638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-19663506788095919112011-01-10T11:51:14.473+00:002011-01-10T11:51:14.473+00:00London. First ever lunch date with first ever edit...London. First ever lunch date with first ever editor of first ever book. Eager to impress. Editor lovely. Lunch sublime. Left feeling I hadn't disgraced myself. Got back to hotel. Realised I'd forgotten to remove the HUGE XL sticker on the front of my new shirt. Maybe she thought it was the latest Aberdeen fashion.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07675643113010061969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-12009209011373626662011-01-10T07:38:46.935+00:002011-01-10T07:38:46.935+00:00Sean, $3.10 sucks. How much of that is tax? And I ...Sean, $3.10 sucks. How much of that is tax? And I have been known to wear suits with the tags still attached. So long as you're happy to laugh at yourself, eh?<br /><br />Eeeooowww Linda, lesson learned.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13316263425112020638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-29515659031440872052011-01-10T02:42:11.343+00:002011-01-10T02:42:11.343+00:00When I was 16, the family went to Montreal, Canada...When I was 16, the family went to Montreal, Canada for vacation. I am the oldest of 4: my sister is 8 years younger and the two boys are between us.<br /><br />Anyway, we were in Montreal when the rental car got a flat tire. Dad parked on a sidestreet off a major road about a block from a hospital and trekked off on foot to find a gas station that would send someone out to fix the flat tire. The rest of us waited on the sidewalk.<br /><br />Being the naive sixteen year-old I was, I thought the guy hollering "Olympia" from the third floor of a nearby apartment house was watching a sports game on the TV. I found out later that he was sitting on the balcony having a date with his hand. (My 12 and 14 year-old brothers caught on right away.)<br /><br />I guess the sickos are all over the place.LINDA FAULKNERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08059741905691302335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483405696675036638.post-16106701573389028342011-01-10T01:47:33.999+00:002011-01-10T01:47:33.999+00:00Gas is $3.10 gallon here in the US, but complainin...Gas is $3.10 gallon here in the US, but complaining about that is singing to the choir. Those were some entertaining, and in the case of the guy wanking off, disturbing stories. I've been known to forget to take the tags off my clothes, and have worn to same colored, but different shoes before. If the topic was making a horse's arse of yourself, I could fill a novella length book with those stories.Sean Patrick Reardonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14051252366031997054noreply@blogger.com