tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post6396866129915689025..comments2024-01-05T10:04:01.049-06:00Comments on Did I Mention I Waste Too Much Time At Work?: What the hell is this thing?Bennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09752560242285468463noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-46749604376317471032011-10-11T14:51:08.117-05:002011-10-11T14:51:08.117-05:00Really worthwhile data, much thanks for your artic...Really worthwhile data, much thanks for your article.www.empresas3d.comhttp://www.empresas3d.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-22956620553831521742011-09-24T07:00:18.474-05:002011-09-24T07:00:18.474-05:00Very worthwhile piece of writing, thank you for th...Very worthwhile piece of writing, thank you for the post.maxidus sex shophttp://sexshoptienda.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-8853794127290729322008-08-16T17:25:00.000-05:002008-08-16T17:25:00.000-05:00In another 5 or 6 posts I expect the comments to t...In another 5 or 6 posts I expect the comments to turn into "how to dress your pig for the prom".Bennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752560242285468463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-24594633002274155202008-08-15T14:25:00.000-05:002008-08-15T14:25:00.000-05:00hmm .. I likes dem pettin' zoos. I sho' does.hmm .. I likes dem pettin' zoos. I sho' does.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-39148926424348210942008-08-15T12:14:00.000-05:002008-08-15T12:14:00.000-05:00Note to self: Never take Jayare to a petting zoo.Note to self: Never take Jayare to a petting zoo.Staceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05852292518176907783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-54653341723379122602008-08-15T10:41:00.000-05:002008-08-15T10:41:00.000-05:00you know I am from Iowa where men are men and shee...you know I am from Iowa where men are men and sheep run scared.JayArehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11922930793500540998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-60462134862670284142008-08-15T09:53:00.000-05:002008-08-15T09:53:00.000-05:00How come I hear "Dueling Banjos" from the movie "D...How come I hear "Dueling Banjos" from the movie "Deliverance" in my head?Staceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05852292518176907783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-87928455754713045062008-08-15T09:26:00.000-05:002008-08-15T09:26:00.000-05:00You don't need a machine, just stand them at the e...You don't need a machine, just stand them at the edge of a cliff!<BR/><BR/>God I hate myself for saying that...JayArehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11922930793500540998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-17905688703461057462008-08-14T23:42:00.000-05:002008-08-14T23:42:00.000-05:00This looks like some sort of (male) hillbilly vers...This looks like some sort of (male) hillbilly version of a "sex machine" for use in places where humping sheep is considered too snooty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687632932733984646.post-91629732876794350672008-08-14T17:04:00.000-05:002008-08-14T17:04:00.000-05:00True story:My dad used to live on a farm with his ...True story:<BR/>My dad used to live on a farm with his aunt and uncle. The uncle would often send my dad to a neighbor's farm to help out. His job there was to hold pig's hind legs apart so that the farmer could cut off the balls with a pair of sheers. Then of course my dad had to bring home a jar of these piggy balls so that aunt could cook them up for uncle to eat.<BR/>A word to the wise, stay clear of "rocky mountain oysters".JayArehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11922930793500540998noreply@blogger.com