tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post8133128675733430752..comments2024-03-23T20:00:27.767-04:00Comments on I NEED THIS LIKE A THIRD ARMPIT: turkey, naming conventions, contestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-40176143745943155622007-11-12T18:11:00.000-05:002007-11-12T18:11:00.000-05:00I'm pleased to say that I didn't recognize either ...I'm pleased to say that I didn't recognize either one of them until reading these comments.Ziesdov61https://www.blogger.com/profile/02501275293413888235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-58296989357554655662007-11-09T00:19:00.000-05:002007-11-09T00:19:00.000-05:00AHHHHHHHH! How did I not notice that until you s...AHHHHHHHH! How did I not notice that until you said it?! AHHHHHHH!<BR/><BR/>That guy has said so much twisted shit about his daughters in the past that this type of photo is probably one of many.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-25436451038532636152007-11-08T23:22:00.000-05:002007-11-08T23:22:00.000-05:00so was her DAD, apparently...so was her DAD, apparently...Erin Bradleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02703494244318551791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-21364820913492443152007-11-08T22:21:00.000-05:002007-11-08T22:21:00.000-05:00I'm sorry, what did you say? I was staring at Ashl...I'm sorry, what did you say? I was staring at Ashlee Simpson's tits.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-81053371167494104172007-11-08T16:46:00.000-05:002007-11-08T16:46:00.000-05:00i once had to stop going to a particular gas stati...i once had to stop going to a particular gas station because i felt too chummy with the staff<BR/>and yet i managed to eat lunch in the same diner every day for a year, where they still refer to me as "yes, please"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-49944105239559254082007-11-08T11:34:00.000-05:002007-11-08T11:34:00.000-05:00I actually really, really like being a Regular. In...I actually really, really like being a Regular. In fact, I love it. I like having a regular order, usual drink, whatever. But it *is* awkward when you decide you want something besides what you've been ordering for the last ninety calendar days. Sometimes, the staff isn't even listening when I order, and I get my usual large black ice coffee instead of my I'm-having-such-a-bad-day-I-need-a-big-fat-mocha-with-extra-whipped cream-and-do-you-have-any-chocolate-sprinkles-back-there? I don't say anything. Does this make me a People Pleaser? It's worth it for an on-the-house drink once in a while, and a relieved grin when every other customer is getting a snarl.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687495136981324563.post-62961715998159413112007-11-08T03:17:00.000-05:002007-11-08T03:17:00.000-05:00make up nicknames for them. works for people who ...make up nicknames for them. works for people who are just dumb, too. See: GWBush.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com