tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post6455315178170754201..comments2023-06-07T12:41:59.359-04:00Comments on Amused Grace: TrashholesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post-57677657281541506332009-03-25T06:36:00.000-04:002009-03-25T06:36:00.000-04:00Wait a sec.Handy? Glove? Pun?Please don't tell m...Wait a sec.<BR/><BR/>Handy? Glove? Pun?<BR/><BR/>Please don't tell me it to T H I S long to figure it out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post-57220046813810704332009-03-19T18:24:00.000-04:002009-03-19T18:24:00.000-04:00I never said there was anything wrong with a vivid...I never said there was anything wrong with a vivid imagination. Please! I know well enough that I am <I>hardly</I> the person to engage in such a pot vs. kettle debate.<BR/><BR/>And anyway, we are artists. Vivid imaginations come in <I>very</I> handy a lot of the time.Thaliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09948272740932982138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post-53905280278994685562009-03-19T17:56:00.000-04:002009-03-19T17:56:00.000-04:00Hmmm. I've also been thinking that maybe after a ...Hmmm. I've also been thinking that maybe after a few gulps of a fast food beverage, these drunken litter-bugs are *spiking* their otherwise innocuous drinks.<BR/><BR/>What's wrong with a vivid imagination? I'm usually *never* bored... Huh. Maybe a little high-strung. At times. It's a compliment, I think.<BR/><BR/>I just deleted a couple of paragraphs of over-blanched vividness. You're happy. Happy, happy, singing and dancing happy.<BR/><BR/>I, however, am scared. I noticed it was only half the frontage. (gulp) No pun intended.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post-91432197948910060352009-03-18T22:49:00.000-04:002009-03-18T22:49:00.000-04:00Good grief but you have a vivid imagination, K. I...Good grief but you have a <I>vivid</I> imagination, K. <BR/><BR/>I was wearing gloves (gardening gloves anyway) don't worry; though anyway the purple glove had quite obviously been through the rain a few times. It had not occurred to me to be worried about the thing; I was more concerned about the 7 or 8 little bottles of Wolfschmidt vodka.<BR/><BR/>And I only did half the frontage.Thaliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09948272740932982138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post-32330922606028685832009-03-18T21:15:00.000-04:002009-03-18T21:15:00.000-04:00YIKES! Cul. De. Sac. As in: dead end. I still g...YIKES! Cul. De. Sac. As in: dead end. <BR/><BR/>I still get some stupid-assed trash(used diapers are the worst), but triple-horned, green-eared, billion-barbed-dicked devils-- WTF???<BR/><BR/>That purple glove is freaking me out. You don't know what it's been used for or on whom(s).<BR/><BR/>Please tell me your wearing gloves!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224471383814317075.post-84235383615459093732009-03-17T23:05:00.000-04:002009-03-17T23:05:00.000-04:00This gave me chills.This gave me chills.Genie Seahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11436772228339009624noreply@blogger.com