tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post8886338180536120668..comments2023-10-15T03:55:51.704-04:00Comments on The Infernal Journal: Grr.N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-11630094703531449462007-05-17T18:30:00.000-04:002007-05-17T18:30:00.000-04:00Nat you stories are hilarious, having taken the bu...Nat you stories are hilarious, having taken the bus to school almost daily I can relate to these stories. Once this woman who must have taken a shower in perfume sat down next to me and I thought I would get sick from the smell so I opened the window - she got mad at me cuz she said she was cold then the man in a seat sideways next to me told the lady can't you see she is going to be sick let her keep the window open - i think he was also glad I opened the window since the perfume was getting to everyone. I'm trying my hand on an entertainment blog aside from my personal one - if you feel like checking it out time to time here it is: http://stuffbytball.blogspot.com/tballhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13383503890844306820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-386492966118783542007-05-16T14:06:00.000-04:002007-05-16T14:06:00.000-04:00Umbrellas will do that to ya!!They piss me off too...Umbrellas will do that to ya!!They piss me off too !<BR/>auntie c ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-56499054521764824722007-05-15T17:28:00.000-04:002007-05-15T17:28:00.000-04:00What's the difference between an angry pitbull and...What's the difference between an angry pitbull and N@ with PMS?<BR/><BR/>Not a lot, apparently.<BR/><BR/>Corn: Walk softly, and remember the special life-saving phrase: "Yes, Dear". Your cyber brothers are here for ya, Dude.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02820283554188267414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-73476492988456674082007-05-15T14:17:00.000-04:002007-05-15T14:17:00.000-04:00My wife is hypoglycemic, and she gets in exactly t...My wife is hypoglycemic, and she gets in exactly that same mood when she hasn't had enough sugar.<BR/>;-)JBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12518937433074671592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-7353039672422103082007-05-15T12:30:00.000-04:002007-05-15T12:30:00.000-04:00You know... I KNEW something was wrong this mornin...You know... I KNEW something was wrong this morning. You and I are experiencing some sort of 'Freaky Friday' moment (the Jodie Foster version, not the LiLo one... YUCKIE!) ...<BR/><BR/>I woke up this morning just ready and rearing to throw down, with someone, ANYone. Didn't matter if they were young or old, male or female, smelly or clean... In fact, I chose the oversized, heavy, metal tipped umbrella, ready to scratch paint, whack a shin-bone, or do my best version of the nutcracker to the first person that even looked my way, let alone bumped into me, breathed ape-scent gloriola in my direction, hit me with their car, etc...<BR/><BR/>But life, she's a fickle fickle lady, one with no sense of timing what-so-ever, and I had one of the most problematic free mornings of recent months, nay, dare I say years. And because of that I arrived at work so wounded up I got a headache from it (or it could be a sympathy headache for Kelli... who can say)<BR/><BR/>Anywho, long story short (too late) I seem to have accidentally taken your morning, and you mine...<BR/><BR/>Mea Culpa.Sean Newburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00225654348725130295noreply@blogger.com