tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post115371238278009997..comments2023-12-05T10:04:14.177-05:00Comments on Ittybits & Pieces: Next weekend we're taking her to a strip jointUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1154054077476270232006-07-27T22:34:00.000-04:002006-07-27T22:34:00.000-04:00"You explain fellatio but you tell her the sun tak..."You explain fellatio but you tell her the sun takes a nap? What's up with that?"<BR/><BR/>LMAO...I can see the look on his face.Firestarter5https://www.blogger.com/profile/01985878244666085318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153971267737489892006-07-26T23:34:00.000-04:002006-07-26T23:34:00.000-04:00Oh ... and as to the safety issues. ... You can us...Oh ... and as to the safety issues. ... You can use ONE ear bud ... as you would a cell phone device. So you can tune in Stern in mono (not stereo).toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153968461434241172006-07-26T22:47:00.000-04:002006-07-26T22:47:00.000-04:00I am on pins and needles, Binky. I can't wait to s...I am on pins and needles, Binky. I can't wait to see it.toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153959303516006142006-07-26T20:15:00.000-04:002006-07-26T20:15:00.000-04:00oops, I commented with my new identity. I'm in the...oops, I commented with my new identity. I'm in the process of switching over from 8 Hours to a new blog, but I haven't made any announcements yet. Anyway, it's me, Binky.Binkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153959246234850822006-07-26T20:14:00.000-04:002006-07-26T20:14:00.000-04:00Oh, this is one I've been thinking about a lot lat...Oh, this is one I've been thinking about a lot lately, as I cruise around town with the Howard Stern Show booming from my Sirius Satellite Radio unit. My daughter turned 1 year old last Friday, and I know my days of being shocked by that jock are numbered...unless I get headphones. Can I do that? Drive with headphones? Is it safe?Binkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153803790100322492006-07-25T01:03:00.000-04:002006-07-25T01:03:00.000-04:00Cake is quite possibly better than donuts or most ...Cake is quite possibly better than donuts or most sugary cereals. Like others have said, our parents survived so much worse. The fellatio thing though? Too funny!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07653458603049434415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153795779418268752006-07-24T22:49:00.000-04:002006-07-24T22:49:00.000-04:00Hilarious!The "kids in pubs" thing is pretty accep...Hilarious!<BR/><BR/>The "kids in pubs" thing is pretty acceptable where I live since Lawrence bars are non-smoking. The only time I might look askance is if someone had the kid out after 10:00 or was plastered.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153790038682876292006-07-24T21:13:00.000-04:002006-07-24T21:13:00.000-04:00I remember taking my daughter to an art show and b...I remember taking my daughter to an art show and being forever greatful they served drinks. I shoved drinks down her as if she were a camel when I was afraid of the questions. "Want more pop?" Yeah. Works everytime.kimmykhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15527009466610518600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153761623782443332006-07-24T13:20:00.000-04:002006-07-24T13:20:00.000-04:00And our parents rode their bikes without helmets a...And our parents rode their bikes without helmets and ate cookies with real sugar and ran down the street barefoot after the (moving) ice cream truck... Don't second guess yourself too much. You're doing well by Annabel, and when she gets older, she'll appreciate that her mother was (mostly) honest with her.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10612468442701491963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153715058943640622006-07-24T00:24:00.000-04:002006-07-24T00:24:00.000-04:00We'll here's something that won't help you out Dia...We'll here's something that won't help you out Diana ... Also at this shindig was a collaborative performance piece called "Cat Walk." Two women in A-line dresses were at either end of a 60-or-so-foot pier set up in a field. One woman sat on a turning circle, the other stood in three-inch pink heels with a bunch of faux greens in her mouth. After an excruciatingly long time she made her way down the pier as if she were blind, her heels getting caught in each crack of the plank. When she got to where the other woman sat, she stripped off her dress, revealing a canvas a-line dress underneath. As the woman on the revolving circle faced her she painted a line drawing of a deer on to the front of the dress with ketchup and mustard. (stopping when she was passed and resuming when she faced her again. <BR/><BR/>Ummmm. For this we're risking ticks in knee-high grass?toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1153714458668692582006-07-24T00:14:00.000-04:002006-07-24T00:14:00.000-04:00I really don't get art most of the time.I really don't get art most of the time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com