tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post112177736336375733..comments2024-03-07T11:39:09.758+11:00Comments on Will Type For Food: You Young WhippersnappersTimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1122032850227052632005-07-22T21:47:00.000+10:002005-07-22T21:47:00.000+10:00Oh you're just jealous bcs you don't have a lightn...Oh you're just jealous bcs you don't have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead. Or proper cartilage anymore, come to think of eat.<BR/><BR/>Nothing more pitiful than an old tosser.Lionesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11066691544599972381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1121893084161631052005-07-21T06:58:00.000+10:002005-07-21T06:58:00.000+10:00Gary Cotter, you say? You are so with-it. I need t...Gary Cotter, you say? You are so with-it. I need to come here more often, but my hip-replacement won't allow it. Really. It says: "You are going to that Will-type-for-food fellow's place? NO! I won't allow it."<BR/><BR/>Now where was I? And where and who are you... oh, now I remember.<BR/><BR/>Last year that Wort on the Ding thing was all the rage. Now I wonder, did they ever discover a cure for those worts? I've heard it's very painful to have worts, especially on one's ding.<BR/><BR/>All right. Hip replacement says it's time to go. <BR/><BR/>Redsaid.netAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com