tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post8835277395573470870..comments2023-10-26T11:07:10.497+01:00Comments on Mo "Mad Dog" Stoneskin: The Art Of Humiliating Yourselfmo.stoneskinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10737422581378328590noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-4894961290799679622009-10-02T22:22:51.811+01:002009-10-02T22:22:51.811+01:00What's worse than the long walk of shame..is a...What's worse than the long walk of shame..is a gush of wind blowing the bus pass a bit further, upon arriving within reach of it. I seriously hate when that happens.<br /><br />Humiliation and I are old pals too. And by pals I mean humiliation stalks me relentlessly. I have too many stories to share on that.<br /><br />Recently though, I've had quite the issue with my pajama bottoms and my toes tripping me all of the time. It's absolutely ridiculous!Harmonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16011001617320356752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-21641745581331660602008-12-03T20:38:00.000+00:002008-12-03T20:38:00.000+00:00Ok...I think i may be in love with Stephen...LOL.....Ok...I think i may be in love with Stephen...LOL...<BR/><BR/>and i once handed my debit card to a border crossing guard who was patiently waiting for my ID...he calmly handed it back and told me he would need my PIN number also...<BR/><BR/>ack...at least that one had a sense of humour...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-51668938426842231332008-12-01T19:20:00.000+00:002008-12-01T19:20:00.000+00:00I quite like the good taste of propriety myself.I quite like the good taste of propriety myself.mo.stoneskinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10737422581378328590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-63778203090773641042008-12-01T18:15:00.000+00:002008-12-01T18:15:00.000+00:00Love it. That's almost as bad as pulling out the d...Love it. That's almost as bad as pulling out the dirty pair of panties that you have in your handbag because you didn't want to put them back on before leaving the one-night-stand's apartment that morning, and now you're going pantiless. If someone did that, and the dirty panties ended up on the cashier's counter while they paid, that would be bad. Very bad.<BR/><BR/>PS - I love your blog, dude. Totally adding it to my blogroll.SassyTwoSockshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01231269816893139011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-22735989018610526672008-11-30T21:27:00.000+00:002008-11-30T21:27:00.000+00:00...but for the sake of good taste AND propriety, I......but for the sake of good taste AND propriety, I will not elaborate further.<BR/><BR/>Damn, I hate typos when I'm trying to impress my new blog friend.San Diego Mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12624915698900874371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-20094960864740304272008-11-30T21:26:00.000+00:002008-11-30T21:26:00.000+00:00Something humiliating happened to me this past sum...Something humiliating happened to me this past summer while I was frolicking on the beach.<BR/><BR/>It also involved a tampon, but for the sake of good taste of propriety, I will not elaborate further.<BR/><BR/>Also, sieves? HATE THEM. They're right up there with cheese graters and garlic presses cleaning-wise.San Diego Mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12624915698900874371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-24775079821672028672008-11-30T20:36:00.000+00:002008-11-30T20:36:00.000+00:00Insanely funny post. My favorite line: "smili...Insanely funny post. My favorite line: "smiling like an ape that has just been given a peanut." Freakin' fabulous. Off to check out the rest of your blog.<BR/>robin<BR/>cinnamon & honeyUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18316441725033161352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-60280078305787280832008-11-28T19:24:00.000+00:002008-11-28T19:24:00.000+00:00Sorry, just to clarify, the two events in the firs...Sorry, just to clarify, the two events in the first paragraph were separate incidents. Falling through a bus stop did not cause the church organ to sound. Should have been in different paragraphs. <BR/><BR/>Dreadfully sorry.Tim De Marcohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15312275858729636554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-10316228337008274622008-11-28T19:22:00.000+00:002008-11-28T19:22:00.000+00:00I fell through a bus stop once. And accidently sou...I fell through a bus stop once. And accidently sounded the church organ loudly during the Lord's Prayer. <BR/><BR/>This afternoon I almost fell asleep several times in a hot and stuffy surgery waiting room, on one occasion almost dropping my copy of 'Vintage Jesus' by Mark Driscoll and Gerry Breshears.<BR/><BR/>Hmmm. I feel a blog coming on...Tim De Marcohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15312275858729636554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590949576669966038.post-79316088678954430322008-11-28T19:20:00.000+00:002008-11-28T19:20:00.000+00:00omg I just laughed my ass off. Is she my sister?omg I just laughed my ass off. Is she my sister?Vodka Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.com