tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post2073124141270142922..comments2011-07-18T06:36:23.526-07:00Comments on Pony Girl Club: Irish Folk Tales Scare The Shit Out Of Memegan elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995066120755215634noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post-4126894913570122942008-10-12T11:06:00.000-07:002008-10-12T11:06:00.000-07:00@ Dr. Bubastis Ahh, the Malk man. I didn't even no...@ Dr. Bubastis <BR/><BR/>Ahh, the Malk man. I didn't even notice that. It made me LOL a little.<BR/><BR/>@ your maugham<BR/><BR/>I feel like "Candlebox" is a vagina euphemism I should start using.'stinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03464633721776310692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post-87628565961594117002008-10-12T00:28:00.000-07:002008-10-12T00:28:00.000-07:00@ Your MaughmI like your username. Literature pun...@ Your Maughm<BR/><BR/>I like your username. Literature puns really get my motor running.Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07398912428995206437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post-78254062461547693322008-10-11T21:49:00.000-07:002008-10-11T21:49:00.000-07:00I feel like any dissing of nineties-era crap music...I feel like any dissing of nineties-era crap music should include a smackdown of "Candlebox." If only for the name.Your Maughamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07018617717780043497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post-52537868674918356962008-10-11T20:15:00.000-07:002008-10-11T20:15:00.000-07:00I'm still amazed at how you manage to know me so w...I'm still amazed at how you manage to know me so well.Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07398912428995206437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post-60346724378391310652008-10-11T09:24:00.000-07:002008-10-11T09:24:00.000-07:00Oh my God, oh your God, oh his God, oh her God.I l...Oh my God, oh your God, oh his God, oh her God.<BR/><BR/>I loved Space Ghost. <BR/><BR/>We weren't partying. We went to Souplantation and waited in the frigid night, the wind whipping tiny freezing kisses onto our cheeks, to see who could go the longest without having to take a shit. <BR/><BR/>You don't wear Converge sweatshirts, that's a lie. You wear wool frock coats. I hear the brothel coins jingling in your pockets every time you sweep us into your carriage. And where would you keep your x-ray monacle in a "sweatshirt?" I know you've been squandering your days diagnosing consumptive lungs on a crowded train platform and describing the ankles of lady of your liking to your coworkers, no matter how tightly cinched her boots are instead of blogging compulsively.'stinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03464633721776310692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443792540531513943.post-79302850557136250422008-10-11T08:25:00.000-07:002008-10-11T08:25:00.000-07:00Bill Murray makes me feel old too, if only because...Bill Murray makes me feel old too, if only because he appears to have aged 10 years in the last 5.<BR/><BR/>And sometimes I feel like a traitor to my generation because I never got into Pavement. But then again, a lot of things make me feel that way.megan elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02995066120755215634noreply@blogger.com