tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post4947766816838270015..comments2023-07-04T10:09:14.711-04:00Comments on jabberous: i gave a carton of pleasure!Mark Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799399359022340724noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-84806561695473143392007-12-26T08:59:00.000-05:002007-12-26T08:59:00.000-05:00That word verification code was hard to read.That word verification code was hard to read.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-11703730956914488182007-12-23T17:08:00.000-05:002007-12-23T17:08:00.000-05:00Hey...forgot if I asked in my email......Do you st...Hey...forgot if I asked in my email......Do you still remember Deaf Love and his brother (who lived in his car)...they always sat on the bench outside of Bargain Town?Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04553786323163253553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-30189413882175240462007-12-23T03:19:00.000-05:002007-12-23T03:19:00.000-05:00Hey, Pumpie. I wanted to make a nice Christmas ca...Hey, Pumpie. I wanted to make a nice Christmas card to send you to let you know I was thinking of you but I suck and didn't get any cards done. So this will have to do. Love from above. XXOOXXPinkhamsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05791620431728841393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-91006900816052356552007-12-21T17:30:00.000-05:002007-12-21T17:30:00.000-05:00I hope your mom didn't have any health complicatio...I hope your mom didn't have any health complications due to cigarettes.<BR/><BR/>I remember the day my dad stopped smoking. I was eight years old and he had written a note for me to give to the guy at the neighborhood drug store so that he would sell me a pack of cigarettes. (My dad was doing some house work and didn't want to go down to the store.) Just as I was getting ready to walk down the street to the drug store (yes, those were the days when there was such a thing as an independent neighborhood drug store), he decided that sending his eight-year-old son to buy cigarettes was a pretty shitty thing to do. He called me back, tore up the note, and never smoked another cigarette as long as he lived (another eleven years).James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-9094761944327130592007-12-21T11:38:00.000-05:002007-12-21T11:38:00.000-05:00Give the gift that says, "Please die!"Give the gift that says, "Please die!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com