tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post6348748295831184364..comments2023-10-29T08:21:57.670-05:00Comments on Whiskeymarie: I bet Emily Post never used a receipt at the bottom of her purse for kleenex, either.Whiskeymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16680444919622976790noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-76392689305662978942009-12-26T16:24:54.013-06:002009-12-26T16:24:54.013-06:00Any fan of Peg is a friend of mine - I love her bo...Any fan of Peg is a friend of mine - I love her books! Going to your archives to see if you wrote about "I hate to cook". Thanks for popping up in my google search!Domestic Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464391259920737902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-20992996104270049962009-11-18T15:52:13.595-06:002009-11-18T15:52:13.595-06:00Regarding the "Why don't you have kids?&q...Regarding the <i>"Why don't you have kids?"</i> question, as I've written before, as a SINGLE man with no children, I might as well tell them <i>"because I feed on children and retire to my coffin every night in a colony of goddamn vampires."</i> — Oops, NO, WAIT! Vampires are hot now right? So it would be the opposite of what I just said, ...what the hell ever that is. It's not only unusual to be childless, it's <i>unnatural.</i><br><br>My only other comment is, you're fucking awesome, Ms. VonFunnypants. : )Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382180111464792854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-38995138678641208652009-11-17T18:29:19.218-06:002009-11-17T18:29:19.218-06:00I have to stop sitting on barstools.I have to stop sitting on barstools.Gwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09100388190136741782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-12243025984189022972009-11-17T07:57:56.823-06:002009-11-17T07:57:56.823-06:00Welp, I see a couple of books being added to my Am...Welp, I see a couple of books being added to my Amazon Wishlist in 3...2...1...these sound right up my alley (that's what she said). <br>I have had to field the Why don't you two have any kids question so many damn times, it'll be nice to have an answer that doesn't involve a big ol' FUCK OFF in it.Kimnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-91408260555575731672009-11-16T22:33:00.067-06:002009-11-16T22:33:00.067-06:00If you wind up deeply picking your nose...I'd ...If you wind up deeply picking your nose...I'd offer you a receipt from my purse as Kleenex but there's already gum stuffed in it. Sorry.WendyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00985099019783464580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-2829893697990983712009-11-16T14:13:09.442-06:002009-11-16T14:13:09.442-06:00Oops I meant "Hi".And for the record...s...Oops I meant "Hi".<br><br>And for the record...some of us child"ful" people would never be so stupid as to ask "why don't you have kids". That's the tackiest fucking question. Ever. If I hear it asked in my presence please allow me to kick said couple in the reproductive parts.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01504441297464745715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-87752590435615517042009-11-16T14:09:40.140-06:002009-11-16T14:09:40.140-06:00Did not know a jib was an ass. Seriously. I've...Did not know a jib was an ass. Seriously. I've only ever heard it in reference to men. So I kind of thought it was synonomous with how "they" were hanging.<br><br>Like the cut of your jib should mean they're hanging just right in the middle. Not stuck to the left thigh or bulging out trying to say high.<br><br><br>So thanks for the enlightenment.WMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350620394743520551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-5226652079879292792009-11-16T06:23:06.775-06:002009-11-16T06:23:06.775-06:00Jib? LOL!I wish people wouldn't ask about kids...Jib? LOL!<br><br>I wish people wouldn't ask about kids. I feel like I can't be honest that I highly HIGHLY doubt I will ever want them. That makes them feel like I am judging them for having them - I'm not - kids just aren't for me.kilaxhttp://www.ilaxstudio.com/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-46660661545280713562009-11-16T00:05:21.546-06:002009-11-16T00:05:21.546-06:00This is all sorts of awesome. Love it, and I MUST...This is all sorts of awesome. Love it, and I MUST HAVE THIS BOOK. Loved the childless v. childful discussion and this? Is so true: "the traits that get you into a situation usually prevent your solving it."<br><br>Afuckingmen.Jurgen Nationhttp://www.jurgennation.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-43220161529641116842009-11-15T22:08:11.794-06:002009-11-15T22:08:11.794-06:00Because of this post I'm definitely going to s...Because of this post I'm definitely going to start referring to people as "twatmonkeys" on a much more frequent basis. Thank you, so much.Cash Register Jockeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089850125083579912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-33029183217243186492009-11-15T21:45:24.719-06:002009-11-15T21:45:24.719-06:00So much great stuff in this one post, you are my h...So much great stuff in this one post, you are my hero! I need to look for these Peg books. She sounds like Erma Bombeck and Dave Barry together.<br><br>I always experience the opposite of what you get, advice from people who don't have kids. I have a friend who always likes to give me advice that his dad passed down to him. All I can imagine is that his dad was the great Santini.SkylersDadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264164502733912326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-88872546116158976462009-11-15T19:13:42.456-06:002009-11-15T19:13:42.456-06:00That was really funny. Though it was hard to conce...That was really funny. Though it was hard to concentrate after the part where you said that higher up at work never remembers you, because I was trying to think of different ways you could make him always remember you, like jump out from around the corner with a cap pistol in your hand when he's walking by while screaming "YOU BETTA REK-O-NIZE, BITCHLES!", or tossing a sack full of angry lemurs in his lap as you run by and scream out your name. I bet he would remember you after that.<br><br>So I went back and re-read the rest of your post. That was all good stuff, too.Imnotbennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713535855218277107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916811230646970708.post-80534176457757871862009-11-15T19:04:08.994-06:002009-11-15T19:04:08.994-06:00Hahhaha I want to read that book now! I love the p...Hahhaha I want to read that book now! I love the part about couples with children asking why couples without them don't have any...seems relevant to my life these days!<br><br>Great blog :)Kezhttp://www.andsoiwasthinking.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com