tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post113279344637940947..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: Trains, planes and automobilesTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1132872270717405352005-11-24T14:44:00.000-08:002005-11-24T14:44:00.000-08:00the michael,Looks like it's just you and me my fri...the michael,<BR/><BR/>Looks like it's just you and me my friend. <BR/><BR/>I'm typing this from my brother's computer. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to....................arghhhhhhhhhhhhhTimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1132808377375394572005-11-23T20:59:00.000-08:002005-11-23T20:59:00.000-08:00What level of hell were you discribing again? Wha...What level of hell were you discribing again? What section of the Penal Code is it that describes the consequences of passing on all this fun and just staying home? What were the pilgrims thinking? Is it Christmas yet? Did you have to refill the tank on that Hummer and did you get a good rate on the loan you had to take out in order to refill it? Was a night in the "Tomb Room" a foray into necrophelia? Did I take some perverse pleasure that YOU wrote this story instead of ME? YES!<BR/><BR/>It only happens once a year. Then there's Christmas. Be afraid, Be VERY afraid. I already am.Alex Pendragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15877845166621794334noreply@blogger.com