tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post115397675802190967..comments2023-10-26T03:26:53.959-07:00Comments on Suebob's Red Stapler: PanicvilleSUEB0Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16301963922769609715noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154324336513700302006-07-30T22:38:00.000-07:002006-07-30T22:38:00.000-07:00Thanks, everyone. I had the best time ever. I am g...Thanks, everyone. I had the best time ever. I am going to sleep now.SUEB0Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16301963922769609715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154320967812182712006-07-30T21:42:00.000-07:002006-07-30T21:42:00.000-07:00I watched Mocha Momma lick the Red Stapler. It was...I watched Mocha Momma lick the Red Stapler. It was hot.<BR/><BR/>And I got drunk while hanging out with Suebob, and never had a better time.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07345875955750219033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154280509147493022006-07-30T10:28:00.000-07:002006-07-30T10:28:00.000-07:00Hahaha.... Iread that as I have a bottle of booze ...Hahaha.... Iread that as I have a bottle of booze and 8 LINES. hahaha... I'm an idiot. It was fun hanging out last night!Nut's momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03627264867678316076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154248438265183032006-07-30T01:33:00.000-07:002006-07-30T01:33:00.000-07:00I balanced the red stapler on my head. And it was ...I balanced the red stapler on my head. And it was good. <BR/><BR/>; ) <BR/><BR/>Am still jealous of your propage. Well done. <BR/><BR/>(Nice to meet you!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154142538699596692006-07-28T20:08:00.000-07:002006-07-28T20:08:00.000-07:00"Yep, there's that weirdo Suebob? We KNEW she woul..."Yep, there's that weirdo Suebob? We KNEW she would do something stupid like picking her lips off!"<BR/><BR/>spat beer at the screen, thanks to that line.<BR/><BR/>wish I could go, so I could see, among others, lipless Suebob. :p<BR/><BR/>hope you have a super-fun time, lady. xoxoDebbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14163363926316904033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154120788827639012006-07-28T14:06:00.000-07:002006-07-28T14:06:00.000-07:00I am sitting next to Suebob now, and it is the bes...I am sitting next to Suebob now, and it is the best.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16279999850117456433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154098527586133362006-07-28T07:55:00.001-07:002006-07-28T07:55:00.001-07:00was gin involved?was gin involved?Bamboo Lemur Boys Are Mean To Their Girlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15854856878692935043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154098513071337302006-07-28T07:55:00.000-07:002006-07-28T07:55:00.000-07:00Lisa! That sounds really sexy...I've got to know w...Lisa! That sounds really sexy...I've got to know what you mean...Bob, what does she mean?!Bamboo Lemur Boys Are Mean To Their Girlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15854856878692935043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154092914391904752006-07-28T06:21:00.000-07:002006-07-28T06:21:00.000-07:00Des-suits me fine. Come over to the westside tonig...Des-suits me fine. Come over to the westside tonight. My friend is having a get together for his b-day at a dive bar called Ding Dong. All are invited. It'll be fun. Around nine. Call me....and we won't even think about the BlogHer chicks...well maybe a little.Bamboo Lemur Boys Are Mean To Their Girlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15854856878692935043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154087322765857522006-07-28T04:48:00.000-07:002006-07-28T04:48:00.000-07:00come on GR, let's go have fun without her. It's pr...come on GR, let's go have fun without her. It's probably ten-hundred degrees there anyway. But we don't have Great America.super deshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04347176046518919059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154050795971923572006-07-27T18:39:00.000-07:002006-07-27T18:39:00.000-07:00Step away from yer lips. You need those little rub...Step away from yer lips. You need those little rubber finger condoms. Yes please have fun for us....feeling a bit jealous..have you noticed how I've not commented about your BlogHer trip?Bamboo Lemur Boys Are Mean To Their Girlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15854856878692935043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154035911740437382006-07-27T14:31:00.000-07:002006-07-27T14:31:00.000-07:00Yes...DO go and have some fun for us. I said befor...Yes...DO go and have some fun for us. I said before that I snarked about BlogHer in the past and now would probably go if time/the situation presented itself. Still...I would dread slapping on a nametag with a moniker that only 1% of those present would recognize. I'd get tired of the ???? looks after the first day. But gin? Lovely. TAKE PICTURES!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154014151540519092006-07-27T08:29:00.000-07:002006-07-27T08:29:00.000-07:00have a blast. wish i was going so i could meet yo...have a blast. wish i was going so i could meet you. pictures. lots of pictures, please.noncommonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03086203237964093958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154012235272442932006-07-27T07:57:00.000-07:002006-07-27T07:57:00.000-07:00Note to self: Find SueBob in San Jose. She has gin...Note to self: Find SueBob in San Jose. She has gin.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1154005166746943122006-07-27T05:59:00.000-07:002006-07-27T05:59:00.000-07:00have more fun for us. And we'll have more fun for ...have more fun for us. And we'll have more fun for you.super deshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04347176046518919059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18820173.post-1153998009413037862006-07-27T04:00:00.000-07:002006-07-27T04:00:00.000-07:00Oh, take it. Just knowing you'll have it calms the...Oh, take it. Just knowing you'll have it calms the panic I feel being out of touch with you.Janet Eveninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07407146817595399665noreply@blogger.com