Thursday, September 29, 2005

23, 5, 5

But eventually he (we have to call him Tiger... something abut his name being unpronounceable) had us come back with him to his house... he's putting us up until our train arrives.

5 Comments:

At 9/29/2005 03:56:00 PM , Blogger Robyn said...

From your Germany travels?

 
At 9/29/2005 06:42:00 PM , Blogger Venessa said...

Grrrrrrr... OK, I obviously don't know what to say to this.

 
At 9/29/2005 07:32:00 PM , Blogger Yawn said...

How sad. Yawning Anus never gets tagged. But that's OK Kom-a-Kom-a-Kom-a-Kom-a-Kom-a Komeleon. You Kom and go, you Kom and go. Hey I got a 100-proof cinnamon schnapps idea Venessa- you ought to check out Gabriel who hosts The Amen Corner.

 
At 9/29/2005 10:14:00 PM , Blogger Yawn said...

One more thought before I leave my wife and go drink in public: KOM- you're married and have 1-1/2 kids- it's high time you joined a fraternity, or at least wrote about joining or not a fraternity. And one of them nasty ones too- not a fraternity of geeks nor a fraternity of homosexuals.

 
At 9/30/2005 10:32:00 PM , Blogger KOM said...

R - Leider, ja. Es klingt etwas merkwürdig, genommen aus kontext heraus.

V - The link lead's to R's blog and a meme-thingy. Consider yourself tagged.

Yawn - I don't want you to feel left out. Consider yourself tagged as well. As for a fraternity, I just don't know if I can pick up an icecube with my ass, much less run with it.

 

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