tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619662747700509655.post8055150980798447489..comments2023-10-09T10:00:39.549-05:00Comments on Third Party Animal: Adventures In Squishing The Goo Out Of Things.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619662747700509655.post-10447284524332397252008-06-20T12:50:00.000-05:002008-06-20T12:50:00.000-05:00How many ounces did you get for $3? With my healt...How many ounces did you get for $3? With my health woes, I need to eat more fresh cherries, and that reminds me, the farmers' market near me is open tomorrow morning, so I need to go. <BR/><BR/>Better a floating Ray Romano head than the knowledge of having been violated by Minnie Pearl the night before as she's running her Norelco in the bathroom, singing Grace Jones' "Slave to the Rhythm," after which one runs screaming from the room still wearing the Bo Peep outfit. <BR/><BR/>RAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619662747700509655.post-87233105807361587022008-06-20T09:43:00.000-05:002008-06-20T09:43:00.000-05:00** So they sat in my refrigerator a few days while...** So they sat in my refrigerator a few days while I put on my Pondering Pants to ponder what to do with them. **<BR/><BR/>Are those anything like the Hammer Pants?Kevin Whitedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16224281546194611975noreply@blogger.com