tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post8715688147587674334..comments2010-06-13T22:53:40.452-05:00Comments on Chatelaine and the Captain: I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little assChatelainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00964747724704627728noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-29000266233977761432009-01-14T10:42:00.000-06:002009-01-14T10:42:00.000-06:00Wah, wah, wah. Some people really need to get over...<I>Wah, wah, wah. Some people really need to get over themselves.</I><BR/><BR/>Somebody puleeze call the Wah Wah Wahmbulance!<BR/><BR/>Hey better late than ugly!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-28590665911495971212009-01-13T17:25:00.000-06:002009-01-13T17:25:00.000-06:00She apparently bathed in pure patchouli, because e...<I>She apparently bathed in pure patchouli, because even the sandwiches tasted of it</I><BR/><BR/>that's a nasty enough smell, but patchouli sandwiches? <BR/><BR/>My dad used to think the smell of patchouli was dope. I finally explained that it was mask the smell of the dope. An idea obviously thought up by stoners. <I>Oh Wow, the Man won't know I'm smoking weed because the patchouli oil will Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-49790539797468279282009-01-12T19:57:00.000-06:002009-01-12T19:57:00.000-06:00Circa 1970, there was a hippie chick who worked fo...Circa 1970, there was a hippie chick who worked for her parents at the old Irvine General Store. A buxom lass, she was. She made a habit of wearing those thin, oversized peasant blouses and a cotton skirt. She apparently bathed in pure patchouli, because even the sandwiches tasted of it. <BR/><BR/>But, when she got busy with something, it looked like she had a couple of amped ferrets fighting in Col. Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16661036185268724026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-76274506746685251182009-01-12T10:43:00.000-06:002009-01-12T10:43:00.000-06:00Omg, I'm not wearing any underpants!I wasn't going...<I>Omg, I'm not wearing any underpants!</I><BR/><BR/>I wasn't going to mention this, but it IS kind of scandalous and sexy when chicks don't wear underwear.....<BR/><BR/>Lots of chicks didn't wear bras way back in the old days. That was pretty cool, too. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-46429096707209073292009-01-12T09:34:00.000-06:002009-01-12T09:34:00.000-06:00Otherwise I'd end up going postal one day and blow...<I>Otherwise I'd end up going postal one day and blowing a bunch of people away.</I><BR/><BR/>Let me know when it gets bad, I'll fly you out here to take care of some business that Tony Soprano won't do for me. <BR/><BR/><I>Just name any decent looking female.</I><BR/><BR/>Well, yeah, but that's just being a guy. <I>Whoa, Dude, did you see that chick?</I><BR/><BR/>There's another step beyond thatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-60910322548201345732009-01-11T15:51:00.000-06:002009-01-11T15:51:00.000-06:00Nah, don't worry about your dream, Twc. I was jus...Nah, don't worry about your dream, Twc. I was just grumpy this morning. Sometimes I just have to snark at people, get it out of my system. Otherwise I'd end up going postal one day and blowing a bunch of people away.<BR/><BR/><I>"They need a site where guys can go and talk about who they secretly want to roll in the hay with."</I><BR/><BR/>Hah, like that would be a secret. That's about as bigChatelainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00964747724704627728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-86032877858178164312009-01-11T15:31:00.000-06:002009-01-11T15:31:00.000-06:00Post Secrets. Turns out I've heard of it after all...Post Secrets. Turns out I've heard of it after all. I have a few secrets but I don't seem to have any driving need to post them on some anonymous forum.<BR/><BR/>I did like that board where you post what makes you bat crazy, that's when I found out that LC has a toothpaste phobia too. Mine's worse I think. <BR/><BR/>Here's a big secret nobody much knows: I can't stand for people to know I'm Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-9295498273197376452009-01-11T15:25:00.000-06:002009-01-11T15:25:00.000-06:00Love that song, Get Over It.I can see that it was ...Love that song, Get Over It.<BR/><BR/>I can see that it was an excellent choice to delete the five paragraphs of whiny dream stuff last night. :-)<BR/><BR/>My grandfather only was punished once in his entire childhood and that was when he threw the coffeepot at his mother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-36781965449810260612009-01-11T11:35:00.000-06:002009-01-11T11:35:00.000-06:00Ok, that's just Ewww!Ok, that's just Ewww!Chatelainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00964747724704627728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-10361956411762998162009-01-11T11:12:00.000-06:002009-01-11T11:12:00.000-06:00There's a fungus among us!Yeah, it's what one litt...<I>There's a fungus among us!</I><BR/><BR/>Yeah, it's what one little piggy said to the other four. WEEEEEE! ;-)<BR/><BR/>sasobAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-11663389232325280822009-01-11T09:23:00.000-06:002009-01-11T09:23:00.000-06:00There's a fungus among us!(Corny, I know, but I us...There's a fungus among us!<BR/><BR/>(Corny, I know, but I used to love that in grammar school)Chatelainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00964747724704627728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-53229561628269169512009-01-11T08:40:00.000-06:002009-01-11T08:40:00.000-06:00Ahem. It's nice to know that someone appreciates m...Ahem. It's nice to know that someone appreciates my scintillating brilliance. ;-) I'm told that I grow on people - you know - like warts and athletes foot fungus or such.<BR/><BR/>sasobAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-45382766162009809172009-01-11T08:21:00.000-06:002009-01-11T08:21:00.000-06:00Coffeepot incoming, my dear Smartass Sob. Earning...Coffeepot incoming, my dear Smartass Sob. <BR/><BR/>Earning your title this morning are we ;-)Chatelainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00964747724704627728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531431151221408467.post-35405125347926798782009-01-11T08:18:00.000-06:002009-01-11T08:18:00.000-06:00Oooh! Are we a little grumpy this fine Sunday mor...Oooh! Are we a little grumpy this fine Sunday morning? Have another cup of coffee, my dear Ms. Chatelaine. That way lies tolerance and patience. (ducks thrown coffee pot) <BR/><BR/><I>"I want to kill myself, but I don't want to die. Does that make sense?"</I><BR/><BR/>Makes all the sense in the world to me (don't ask why.) Most people who commit suicide, or who attempt to do so, do not want Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com