tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post115982268104660948..comments2023-10-01T11:19:14.971+02:00Comments on Adventures in Croatia: Some Jack Handy GoodnessAlexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14219453836974801747noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post-1160055945176782262006-10-05T15:45:00.000+02:002006-10-05T15:45:00.000+02:00If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first...If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.<BR/><BR/>I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.<BR/><BR/> and the finalie!<BR/><BR/>If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.Sunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09050178704688226320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post-1160054993388751712006-10-05T15:29:00.000+02:002006-10-05T15:29:00.000+02:00"...and you know why? It would take about a millio..."...and you know why? It would take about a million ants just to aim a gun at me, let alone fire it. And you know what I'm doing while they're aiming it at me? I just sort of slip off to the side, and then suddenly run up and kick the gun out of their hands."<BR/><BR/>This is beautiful. Thank you. {tear, sniff}Alexishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14219453836974801747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post-1160047286151300052006-10-05T13:21:00.000+02:002006-10-05T13:21:00.000+02:00I knew we were soul mates from the moment I met yo...I knew we were soul mates from the moment I met you. This only serves to seal the deal. My personal favorite is, "I'm not afraid of insects taking over the world...." Look it up and think of me.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13775022450482953540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post-1159965332075922422006-10-04T14:35:00.000+02:002006-10-04T14:35:00.000+02:00alison: ahhh, Zoka. I love that place. If I lived ...alison: ahhh, Zoka. I love that place. If I lived where you used to live, I would seriously go there every day.<BR/><BR/>daniel: Yeah, Amanda (Hyre) and I used to send them to each other all the time.<BR/><BR/>I think our favorite one went something like:<BR/><BR/>If you drop your keys in a river of molten lava, just forget 'em, because, man, they're gone.Alexishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14219453836974801747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post-1159964954162392632006-10-04T14:29:00.000+02:002006-10-04T14:29:00.000+02:00These are hilarious - haven't seen any of these in...These are hilarious - haven't seen any of these in ages.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14900551.post-1159831028336922062006-10-03T01:17:00.000+02:002006-10-03T01:17:00.000+02:00I think I've been to Pie Heaven. They call it ZOK...I think I've been to Pie Heaven. They call it ZOKA. MMMM boy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com