tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post3460507010345257237..comments2023-12-10T04:05:25.715-05:00Comments on tied to my apron strings: "I'm on the train, where are you?"nylonthreadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671562223645258571noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-37831508335391561922007-08-16T14:17:00.000-04:002007-08-16T14:17:00.000-04:00Quiet cars? Would ROCK.Quiet cars? Would ROCK.Kelly Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12883744207287989665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-42265165480639809102007-08-16T11:49:00.000-04:002007-08-16T11:49:00.000-04:00Still, the guy yelling at his broker over his cell...Still, the guy yelling at his broker over his cellphone while he's taking a dump is pretty priceless.<BR/><BR/>"I TOLD YOU TO....UH..UH..{PLOP, PSSSSSSS)...SELL!!! Hold on, I've got a call on the other line. {BrrrrRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP!} Hey, I'll be home in about an hour, okay?"<BR/><BR/>A couple more generations and we'll be back up in the trees, screeching and throwing feces at eachother.monkeyroticahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09598351715992134492noreply@blogger.com