tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post116587399684332366..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: Something About The MetalMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166463089065855532006-12-18T12:31:00.000-05:002006-12-18T12:31:00.000-05:00LBJ was BJ. He fucked up so bad on Nam it wasn't e...LBJ was BJ. He fucked up so bad on Nam it wasn't even funny. Makes GWB look like Einstein.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166454492424252902006-12-18T10:08:00.000-05:002006-12-18T10:08:00.000-05:00My first impression on this days posts is there mu...My first impression on this days posts is there must be a lot of ignorance in the world and some of it surely found it's way to tadoy's comments. I love it when people forget that civility can not be mimed and and i get the opportunity to speak my mind saying things like casting couch...as a first impression you did not mime being an asshole in your comment,<BR/><BR/>now to the blogger; first impresions...fuck 'em who cares, if someone is ging to judege your entire relationship with them according to what you say in nervousness the fuck them too.<BR/><BR/>I used to be so shy, that rather than go into a 7/11 and buy a pack ofcigarettes because i would have to talk to the counter persn that i would walk a mile futher to the bowling alley where I could use the machine. the old kind that had pull handles and no electronics to screw you out of your money if it was having a bad day. <BR/><BR/>But I think you can tell I got over that, Michelle you is as you is and every time I brought omeone to meet you they came away wanting to know you and more about who and what you are (except for that one person whom you intimidated, even though I left the room and all you two did for ten minutes was laugh about me)<BR/><BR/>When I meet a person for the first time, and I don't care if they are famous or rich or just a boob like me the last thing I think about is what impression I leaveem with because the first thing I think about is , this person has to drop thier drawers to take a shit just like i do. that thought takes away their power of intimidation over me. And yes i visualize the event because it's funny to think of your president in that awkward position using a true japanese toilet. <BR/><BR/>Except LBJ another Texan who used to hold meetings in the loo while taking a crap...now he was my kinda Leader and him i would have been possibly a bit awkward around until i sat in the bathroom with him talking and shitting and farting whie we discussed world peace and poverty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166336363238598182006-12-17T01:19:00.000-05:002006-12-17T01:19:00.000-05:00Well Michelle, You do seem to have a nervous energ...Well Michelle, You do seem to have a nervous energy about you--that was my first impression. At least you're not waiting for Godot.JR's Thumbprintshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479324326541901987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166331565812289372006-12-16T23:59:00.000-05:002006-12-16T23:59:00.000-05:00I used to be nervous with first time meetings. No...I used to be nervous with first time meetings. Not anymore though. This is me, this is who I am, and if you don't like it, go away. That's my motto.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00125699002897396025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166319970918999462006-12-16T20:46:00.000-05:002006-12-16T20:46:00.000-05:00I recently had an interview for a new job position...I recently had an interview for a new job position, and every time I do something of the sort I decide that I am going to be charismatic and charming and make a good impression. Then I turn into a bumbling messAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166304915736197252006-12-16T16:35:00.000-05:002006-12-16T16:35:00.000-05:00Cajun Queen IknowwhatumeanAvoidinpeopleismydailysc...Cajun Queen <BR/>Iknowwhatumean<BR/>Avoidinpeople<BR/>ismydailyscene<BR/>savintheOM<BR/>deservinaPOEM<BR/>Steppinout<BR/>witheyesarollin<BR/>R2 C2 Foxy Lady!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166288553003249922006-12-16T12:02:00.000-05:002006-12-16T12:02:00.000-05:00What's wrong with Lou Reed lyrics? He did major in...What's wrong with Lou Reed lyrics? He did major in English, you know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166287358991658902006-12-16T11:42:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:42:00.000-05:00I love it when you mime pussy, Michelle. This one'...I love it when you mime pussy, Michelle. This one's right up there with the cocktail shaker photo. Love you, baby. Try not to avert the eyes, next time. Look straight into the camera, honey. Love you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166286502105277922006-12-16T11:28:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:28:00.000-05:00E-I-E-I-O. It's not oreo, but it's close.E-I-E-I-O. It's not oreo, but it's close.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166286340009849122006-12-16T11:25:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:25:00.000-05:00I'm going to toss my oreos.I'm going to toss my oreos.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166286250349436122006-12-16T11:24:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:24:00.000-05:00I'm a tough oreo.I'm a tough oreo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166286154489341732006-12-16T11:22:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:22:00.000-05:00I'm a reverse oreo.I'm a reverse oreo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166286059897898622006-12-16T11:20:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:20:00.000-05:00I can almost see your oreos, Michelle.I can almost see your oreos, Michelle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1166285910791436452006-12-16T11:18:00.000-05:002006-12-16T11:18:00.000-05:00I love the impact first impressions can make. Take...I love the impact first impressions can make. Take me, for instance. I once showed up for a job interview wearing a woman's fur-lined winter coat(it was late Summer)and I was toting a big, Words-of-Christ-in-Red Bible. The three people who interviewed me thought I looked hilarious and I got the job right away. No questions asked.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com