tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863979393326635539.post6622918627047357095..comments2023-04-01T12:18:31.168-04:00Comments on Der Spookhaus: What's The Worst Thing You've Ever Done?ChaCha Puddlewinkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235713680085549544noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863979393326635539.post-56704228400433319722010-06-12T03:43:43.145-04:002010-06-12T03:43:43.145-04:00We must seem vicious weasels here and sometimes we...We must seem vicious weasels here and sometimes we are. But we actually love one another and Tor would like me to delete his comments but I haven't figured out a way to do so without deleting the whole post--and since the original story has nothing to do with Tor I'm keeping it up but asking whoever reads it to understand that sometimes we all get mean and I've done this line of crap to him as much as he did here and really things are cool. I will also point out that the car joke described only works when parallel parking as opposed to the potential deathtrap he describes as you have to have something near you in order to make it seem realistic. Yes, and here I am having to have the last word, which no doubt he will reply to, then me, then him, then me, then we will call each other up and make jokes about famous, self-important magicians and obscure, southern ones doing inappropriate acts with glass bottles. Then we'll make fun of you. We are all so lame and just rats scrambling through the maze.ChaCha Puddlewinksnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863979393326635539.post-75235298195822433302010-06-06T09:30:40.548-04:002010-06-06T09:30:40.548-04:00There is no greater guilt than to fail your childr...There is no greater guilt than to fail your children. To succumb to the petty weaknesses of impatience and exhaustion and do or say something you can never take back. When they are hurt, physically or emotionally, by your failure of preparedness, strength, as a provider, a protector, your self loathing will crush you with a weight fit to sink a battleship. A specific act? Where to begin...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863979393326635539.post-35800416407450430262010-06-06T00:21:54.575-04:002010-06-06T00:21:54.575-04:00Oh, and by the way, Honeypot, while it is absolute...Oh, and by the way, Honeypot, while it is absolutely anonymous to the general public, after midnight on the day it's posted it is not at all anonymous to me. I slashed a kid to ribbons but you want to make me seem more of a bastard because I made you flinch in traffic. By the way, this year I can think of about 500 reasons why someone would want to drive me somewhere.ChaCha Puddlewinksnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863979393326635539.post-88521240164987780032010-06-05T21:14:26.818-04:002010-06-05T21:14:26.818-04:00Let's see: Fake accident where no one gets hu...Let's see: Fake accident where no one gets hurt, real accident where some kid winds up with gashes I presume will leave scars for the rest of his life. Contrast and compare. Oh my god, you must be so traumatized.ChaCha Puddlewinksnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863979393326635539.post-56871862503626756582010-06-05T03:52:21.961-04:002010-06-05T03:52:21.961-04:00and yet you will still play the joke in which you ...and yet you will still play the joke in which you slam your hand on the outside of the passenger door in order to make the driver think he's involved an accident. Someone with their hands on a steering wheel, their foot on the gas, and you think, "Hey, let's send this person into a sudden panic - that will be oh so hilarious." Why the fuck did anyone ever drive you anywhere.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com