tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post1959115323783406268..comments2023-10-14T09:11:30.472-04:00Comments on (Parenthetically Speaking...): What?!Serenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-91188039642248052262007-01-25T09:45:00.000-05:002007-01-25T09:45:00.000-05:00Sorry, Scary, the bunnies are all mine. I could b...Sorry, Scary, the bunnies are all mine. I could be persuaded to share for a sufficiently large bribe. LOL.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-58515537784451864142007-01-25T09:21:00.000-05:002007-01-25T09:21:00.000-05:00iffin Me buys the $49,500.00. mattress, do Me get ...iffin Me buys the $49,500.00. mattress, do Me get any fluffy bunnies with thatScary Monsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07696640067623584730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-53881596161460198102007-01-24T23:06:00.000-05:002007-01-24T23:06:00.000-05:00I knew that about bubble bath, Roxan, but I've bee...I knew that about bubble bath, Roxan, but I've been using one kind or another forever and never had any problem before. I guess it was that "Not Me" syndrome. It was a good run, but I won't use it again. Which is fine, because there are some very good smelling salts.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-50577023132313999432007-01-24T22:26:00.000-05:002007-01-24T22:26:00.000-05:00***Your Taste in Music:***
80's Rock: Highest In...***Your Taste in Music:***<br /><br /><br />80's Rock: Highest Influence<br />90's Alternative: High Influence<br />Classic Rock: High Influence<br />Progressive Rock: High Influence<br />80's Pop: Medium Influence<br /><br />I could have told you that about the bubble bath. Learned that years ago with my oldest daughter. Bubble baths, while they look inviting are NOT a girl's best friend.rkfinnellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12375756276776255824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-45898225205389734542007-01-24T21:30:00.000-05:002007-01-24T21:30:00.000-05:00Scary, honey, I'd stick with the radar detector. ...Scary, honey, I'd stick with the radar detector. Or -- you could put on the black suit and say you're a funeral director. Or a priest speeding off to give last rites.:)Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-32524788816363458912007-01-24T20:05:00.000-05:002007-01-24T20:05:00.000-05:00Two years ago Me got stopped on a road that is rek...Two years ago Me got stopped on a road that is reknown for speeding. <br />Me was stopped the motorcycle cop who just smiled at me and showed me the radar results. Later that year for the second time I tried to make some feeble excuse but the cop wouldn't listen, instead he escorted me into the back of the patrol car and who else would be sitting there in the drivers seat was the motorcycle cop who gave me the ticket six months earlier<br /><br />One of me relatives gave me a wierd idea that I've yet to use.<br />He told me to keep a black suit in me car and say that Me father was dying in the hospital, getting his last rites and I needed to be there before he went.<br /><br />Me has never gotten the chance to try it. Me bought a radar detector insteadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-4413355047609521832007-01-24T17:56:00.000-05:002007-01-24T17:56:00.000-05:00Kan, that's a great excuse your stepdad has. Of c...Kan, that's a great excuse your stepdad has. Of course, I'm sure there are plenty of times when he's speeding because he actually is trying to get somewhere to save somebody.<br /><br />CD, I agree with Kan -- that story is priceless. There have been times when my speedometer has jumped dangerously into the red zone because I so desperately needed a bathroom. Alas, the only times I've actually been stopped, my excuses were much less colorful.<br /><br />Steve, I'd hate the German system. A letter from the radar department wouldn't be nearly as much fun as getting pulled over. LOL.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-56843426126840749972007-01-24T17:35:00.000-05:002007-01-24T17:35:00.000-05:00Corn,
That is the winner in my opinion. That is c...Corn,<br />That is the winner in my opinion. That is classic!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-4430807623185798092007-01-24T17:05:00.000-05:002007-01-24T17:05:00.000-05:00I love the Officer Westberg story.
I got pulled o...I love the Officer Westberg story.<br /><br />I got pulled over for speeding on a California interstate. I was blowing down the road to a rest area. THere are big gaps in California vacant of rest areas and restrooms. I had consumed something like 3 or 4 mama jama quarts of water. I have no clue why. I think I was jogging a lot and particularly thirsty that day. The empties lay prostate in the cab of my truck. I was on the verge of peeing my seat, so I was traveling at a steady clip to the bathroom. The officer flashed his lights, pulled me to the shoulder, got out and asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I told him, "No." I really could not think. My teeth were swimming. I told him I had to use the bathroom and begged him to let me go. Then we had some minor discussion concerning if rest area restrooms were safer or roadside 7/11s. I finally squealed, "I'M GOING TO WET MY PANTS!" He checked my tags and followed me to the rest area. I thanked him afterward. He didn't give me a ticket. He had a kind of laughy smirk on his face but he was very nice. And I NEVER did THAT again.Corn Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00747361708585377105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-54750375968281620942007-01-24T17:00:00.000-05:002007-01-24T17:00:00.000-05:00Try one of these with a German policeman and see w...Try one of these with a German policeman and see where it gets you. Usually it is from radar where they take a picture of the car and send it through the mail.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-16218185488899784412007-01-24T13:52:00.000-05:002007-01-24T13:52:00.000-05:00My step-dad had a great excuse. He is a doctor an...My step-dad had a great excuse. He is a doctor and kept his beeper in his car. If pulled over he would explain that he was paged and had to rush to the hospital. If my mother was in the car with him at the time he would usually add the comment that his wife is really pissed off because they WERE on their way to dinner and he does not have time to take her home.<br /><br />It usually worked. I mean who wants to be the cop who is responsible for a guy dying because he was giving the doctor rushing to save the guy a ticket for speeding?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.com