tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post8720945305610215434..comments2023-05-17T07:36:36.459-05:00Comments on Skull Buggery: The Sunday PostLord Fondleberrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07782463829415250319noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post-24912212227480462512007-03-08T13:23:00.000-05:002007-03-08T13:23:00.000-05:00rob: that's funny, i thought it was more orwellia...rob: that's funny, i thought it was more orwellian.<BR/><BR/>smiley: you fought with your dad, physically; that's nice. i hope he took you drinking with him afterward. too bad he broke his back. or is it? i dunno, you'd have to tell me.<BR/><BR/>kb: my adulthood might be a bit more fucked up. but it might not be. i'm waiting to hear what my therapist says it is. oh, and i don't have a rear to speak of.Lord Fondleberrieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07782463829415250319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post-6737304625998749282007-03-07T23:36:00.000-05:002007-03-07T23:36:00.000-05:00You're childhood sounds ...erm... um...pretty damn...You're childhood sounds ...erm... um...pretty damn fucked up. But I bet your rear was just a gem to spy as you left for college.<BR/>kbAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16104686657055944969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post-80462258527906485352007-03-05T19:45:00.000-05:002007-03-05T19:45:00.000-05:00DSD's must be something of our generation. We didn...DSD's must be something of our generation. We didn't run in our daily ritual we'd jump rope ten, three minute sessions with a thirty second break in between sessions. Followed by pull ups, then push ups, sit ups, and sparring. This happened from the age of six until shortly before my thirteenth birthday when my Dad broke his back at work.<BR/>Then he'd just bark at me every other day til I turned eighteen and moved out. Then again maybe that's an Irish fathers way of saying I love you.Smileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post-88580575440404797932007-03-05T13:36:00.000-05:002007-03-05T13:36:00.000-05:00Your childhood was quite Dickensian.Your childhood was quite Dickensian.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01649022283238366172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post-60047171016031911682007-03-04T20:24:00.000-05:002007-03-04T20:24:00.000-05:00grumble: a long comment requires a long response....grumble: a long comment requires a long response. i hope you're awake.<BR/><BR/>the dsd was and is one tough mothertrucker. he's got crooked first fingers and can wield a studded leather belt like bunyon could his axe. in fact, he won't admit it, but i believe he's now got confirmed kills in vietnam, iraq (twice), and bosnia. lucky for him, he was never featured in "stars and stripes" (more on that below). he'll likely vote for the w again in 2008 (but only because reagan is dead).<BR/><BR/>if i had a choice between eating a raw rotten leg of lamb and the dsd, i'd choose to get a cat, which i've done.<BR/><BR/>was i close to the dsd. how do you define close?<BR/><BR/>it really should not take you 15 minutes to shave or to shit. showering that long i can see and do, but i like to think that the shower sobers me up some: the longer i shower, the more sober i get.<BR/><BR/>you caught me on the "full metal jacket" reference. i stayed home from work (for being too hung over to get there) on friday, and watched that. great film. i was tempted to instead use the line, "model a ford and a tank full of gas, hand full of pussy and a mouth full of ass". if you can tell me where that line came from, i'll give you the dsd.Lord Fondleberrieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07782463829415250319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132651268227749061.post-66435096683064999572007-03-04T20:02:00.000-05:002007-03-04T20:02:00.000-05:00Welcome to hell!I never had a dad to speak of, but...Welcome to hell!<BR/><BR/>I never had a dad to speak of, but if I had a choice between yours and none, I'm not sure I'd want yours.<BR/><BR/>But then, if I had yours, maybe I'd be a better person.<BR/><BR/>Nah.<BR/><BR/>So, were you close to DSD?<BR/><BR/>I'd hate to have to cram the three S's into 15 minutes. I like 15 minutes for each.<BR/><BR/>Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?murrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15652951108607444430noreply@blogger.com