tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094379750831310333.post8481429673677335693..comments2023-12-01T04:51:31.087-08:00Comments on Don't Feed The Pixies: Bus Conversations #2Don't Feed The Pixieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380146661526476947noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094379750831310333.post-8244671121563327072008-04-25T00:44:00.000-07:002008-04-25T00:44:00.000-07:00Cat much improved. Hairball the size of Mt Everes...Cat much improved. Hairball the size of Mt Everest (in cat scale, clearly)Don't Feed The Pixieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05380146661526476947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094379750831310333.post-67825350779149105352008-04-24T14:23:00.000-07:002008-04-24T14:23:00.000-07:00I like this story, however there is a lot of vomit...I like this story, however there is a lot of vomit around tonight! I have just read Liz and Harvey (he was vomitting) and your comment there mentioned cat vomit! (I hope the cat is ok by the way, and that it was just a fur ball rather than the odd alchopop on the tiles?!!)Suburbiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352465945711496612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094379750831310333.post-8384403308349564512008-04-24T07:13:00.000-07:002008-04-24T07:13:00.000-07:00Hahaha ! that makes me think of the day when I wen...Hahaha ! that makes me think of the day when I went with a lady I knew to an exposition and she absolutely wanted to describe me her diarrhea in all details and I had all difficulties of the world to make her change the subject !Gattinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06636525277807715146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094379750831310333.post-34177128791216167152008-04-22T13:55:00.000-07:002008-04-22T13:55:00.000-07:00I hate the conversations about other peoples sport...I hate the conversations about other peoples sporting prowess, as in having to relive every fucking golf stroke as played by ex father in law at the dinner table when we were a captive audience. Not surprising I got divorced really....<BR/>pxxFire Byrdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692359400671374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094379750831310333.post-54172728891571695162008-04-22T07:36:00.000-07:002008-04-22T07:36:00.000-07:00Upstairs on the bus? I forgot you guys do double-d...Upstairs on the bus? I forgot you guys do double-deckers over there. Yes, I hate when people want to occupy everyone's ears with their own conversation. New Yorkers do that all time. There should be a law allowing people to pummel those who voices reach over a certain decibel in public places.<BR/><BR/>I'm never bothered by the content of people's conversations; her talking about her vomiting adventures wouldn't have bothered me (although I used to have a small fear of vomit), but I'm always anxious to see the consequences of people carelessly putting their business out there like that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com