tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post113140407501712834..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: Small minds, small talk...Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131603481565725752005-11-09T22:18:00.000-08:002005-11-09T22:18:00.000-08:00R.I have never walked down the street with flowers...R.<BR/>I have never walked down the street with flowers and not had someone ask me if they were for them and think they were the cleverest person in the world for saying that.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131590417459687112005-11-09T18:40:00.000-08:002005-11-09T18:40:00.000-08:00I suspect the only one who will ask you if the flo...I suspect the only one who will ask you if the flowers are for them is your wife. It seems like a harmless yet cool experiment - You should try it and report back to us.R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03774469060066226829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131587942295051402005-11-09T17:59:00.000-08:002005-11-09T17:59:00.000-08:00the michael,I don't think you are a wimp. Society ...the michael,<BR/><BR/>I don't think you are a wimp. Society isn't quite ready for us to be totally honest. But I do think you should have told her that you were okay, but Mysty, your goat died. It would have been interesting to see the reaction.<BR/><BR/>Lights,<BR/>I think saying you are okay, but the day is young is better than, "Okay, for a government worker," nod, nod.<BR/><BR/>"Shandi"Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131586424279185662005-11-09T17:33:00.000-08:002005-11-09T17:33:00.000-08:00Tim, just remember if you can't say something nice...Tim, just remember if you can't say something nice.... don't say anything at all.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131577311526012282005-11-09T15:01:00.000-08:002005-11-09T15:01:00.000-08:00Yea, I'm opening up my locker at work and a nurse ...Yea, I'm opening up my locker at work and a nurse comes in with the standard, "How are you today, Michael", and I sooooo want to say, "Well, my back is killing me, my goat died, I'm late on bills, and I cant get it up lately......how are YOU doing?"<BR/><BR/>But I don't....I say, "I'm fine, and you?"<BR/><BR/>I'm such a wimp........Alex Pendragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15877845166621794334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131571353679132382005-11-09T13:22:00.000-08:002005-11-09T13:22:00.000-08:00"shandi"Just remember, you catch more flies with h..."shandi"<BR/>Just remember, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. :)Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1131562995232003442005-11-09T11:03:00.000-08:002005-11-09T11:03:00.000-08:00This kind of talk has always irritated the hell ou...This kind of talk has always irritated the hell out of me. Much the same reason I just can't bring myself to read boring blogs. I call 'em "canned conversations". I'd rather buy the cliftnotes to some of the conversations I've been a victim of. <BR/>When I've been a captive audience to over 20 minutes of this drivel... I'll throw in a F bomb just to stir things up. I feel like a honorary dentist... I can check out all their dental work as their mouths drop and hang open. <BR/>Soooo then I throw in.... "Sooo, are those all your OWN teeth?"Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.com