tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post5739362853541377986..comments2008-09-26T11:34:49.302-04:00Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648438549121320566noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-68713759379885942902008-09-26T11:34:00.000-04:002008-09-26T11:34:00.000-04:00Hey David! Glad to meet you. <BR/><BR/>I'm married to a guy with a twin sister, so don't you try to pull any of that twin mind-meld garbage around here, I'll call you on it! ;)Taniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18142380580388373496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-27279990590674182502008-09-26T11:22:00.000-04:002008-09-26T11:22:00.000-04:00Welcome David. It's a great place here. But one recommendation - don't mention Dominoes. Nathan has this thing about them. Can't imagine why.vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16955307244053931069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-24517769211137696022008-09-26T11:12:00.000-04:002008-09-26T11:12:00.000-04:00Hi Dave, welcome! I confess I often talk like a fucking sailor. I don&#39;t know where it comes from, I wasn&#39;t raised like that. I think I about gave my Mom a heart attack recently when we were shopping, &amp; the long, very heavy box slid off the cart. I tried to stop it, &amp; it fell onto my foot. I, without even thinking about it, very loudly yelled out &#39;FUCK&#39;, in front of my Mom, &amp; the whole store. Not my best moment, but it hurt, &amp; I was pissed.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461633956032389473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-16370333432360503042008-09-26T10:57:00.000-04:002008-09-26T10:57:00.000-04:00Nathan,<BR/><BR/>That helps explain why you like to pick on me then. :)Random Michelle Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13817444379694818074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-9865962259765146342008-09-26T07:42:00.000-04:002008-09-26T07:42:00.000-04:00Michelle,<BR/><BR/>I'm far from the eldest. In fact, I was the youngest for most of my childhood. Then, David and his sister made a surprise appearance when I was 9 years old. I <EM>was not</EM> pleased at the time.<BR/><BR/>Stupid twins grabbing all the attention.Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648438549121320566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-59897409040410581942008-09-26T07:32:00.000-04:002008-09-26T07:32:00.000-04:00Dave! A Nathan sibling! Yay!<BR/><BR/>And Nathan said you were <I>scared</I> of me! Poo!<BR/><BR/>My little brother is also significantly taller than me. It's a burden we eldest must bear.Random Michelle Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13817444379694818074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-89233307837831649822008-09-25T21:33:00.000-04:002008-09-25T21:33:00.000-04:00Hey Everybody,<BR/><BR/>Say Hi to my little brother. (He's like a foot taller than me, but that's just a technicality.)Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648438549121320566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-80672650953585584102008-09-25T21:01:00.000-04:002008-09-25T21:01:00.000-04:00Hey, you were correct - this bro is lurking and enjoying your posts. No worries about the language. If I had a blog every day would be talk like a fucking sailor day.<BR/><BR/>Otherwise the weather is nice in here. Your friends too.Dave Lnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-63218994350009715812008-09-22T11:04:00.000-04:002008-09-22T11:04:00.000-04:00I'm declaring a "free pass" when it comes to conversing with, or about Jim. He's an asshole and there's just no way to sugar-coat that.<BR/><BR/>:DNathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648438549121320566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-1587205847962220272008-09-22T10:41:00.000-04:002008-09-22T10:41:00.000-04:00Does calling Jim an asshole count as being potty mouth, since that's, like, his title and all? Y'know, Jim "Left-handed asshole" Wright.Random Michelle Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13817444379694818074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-21869118701517464762008-09-22T10:24:00.000-04:002008-09-22T10:24:00.000-04:00You too, Potty Mouth Michelle, you too.Jim Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259550121437562338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-35075777003377112092008-09-22T10:23:00.000-04:002008-09-22T10:23:00.000-04:00Gee willikers, now I've got to watch my language too. Crap! I mean Darn.Jim Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11259550121437562338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-47395719557548597572008-09-21T09:48:00.000-04:002008-09-21T09:48:00.000-04:00PS, I really do know how to use correct punctuation--just don't always manage it right after I wake up.Random Michelle Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13817444379694818074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-74964377860516779352008-09-21T09:47:00.000-04:002008-09-21T09:47:00.000-04:00Hi Nathans' family!<BR/><BR/>Good to meet you! Pull up a seat and have some chocolate (we always squirrel out chocolate stashes first thing).Random Michelle Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13817444379694818074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-745748859173296736.post-30223904491783991672008-09-21T00:01:00.000-04:002008-09-21T00:01:00.000-04:00Yay Hyatt! Glad to hear customer service isn't dead.Anne C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09444051201220766948noreply@blogger.com