tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post112257354923865755..comments2009-01-06T22:28:25.486-05:00Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1123523291878414442005-08-08T13:48:00.000-04:002005-08-08T13:48:00.000-04:00you asked... I delivered...Van!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05412085895124512971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122757693756555182005-07-30T17:08:00.000-04:002005-07-30T17:08:00.000-04:00Thanks, Nypinta. Always glad to provide amusement. There's nothing like a good butt-rubbing.<BR/><BR/>Hmmpf!!mr. schprockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794677150043766057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122693915690059822005-07-29T23:25:00.000-04:002005-07-29T23:25:00.000-04:00"Almost as funny as imagining john being wrestled to a urine laced floor."<BR/><BR/><BR/>That's a UPN sitcom waiting to happen.Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122672835579078102005-07-29T17:33:00.000-04:002005-07-29T17:33:00.000-04:00"I rubbed butts with a guy from Allston to Copley Square..."<BR/><BR/>ROFLMAO! So so sorry Mr. Schprock, but that is hilarious! Almost as funny as imagining john being wrestled to a urine laced floor.NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122671088003725542005-07-29T17:04:00.000-04:002005-07-29T17:04:00.000-04:00Oh no, I assure you it stinks! I blogged about it not too long ago:<BR/><BR/>http://vinceskitten.blogspot.com/2005/07/murphys-law.htmlChloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478079861724476336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122664164143994782005-07-29T15:09:00.000-04:002005-07-29T15:09:00.000-04:00Hi Chloe!<BR/><BR/>How is the public transportation out in Chicago? It looked okay from what I saw on the opening credits of <I>Perfect Strangers</I>.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122662316295635802005-07-29T14:38:00.000-04:002005-07-29T14:38:00.000-04:00I shake my fist every time I take public transportation. Just yesterday, some random guy who'd seen me on the bus a few months ago started giving me an update on his life story. He remembered my name, the stop I'd gotten off at last time, what I'm studying in school. Clearly I'm the idiot for having engaged him in "small talk."Chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478079861724476336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122654342551760982005-07-29T12:25:00.000-04:002005-07-29T12:25:00.000-04:00I like anything that involves urine-laced floors!mr. schprockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794677150043766057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122653160796010892005-07-29T12:06:00.000-04:002005-07-29T12:06:00.000-04:00Maybe the guy is just claustrophobic. He's ok until he thinks he won't be able to get out, then he turns into ADHD Boy. Next time, start rocking back & forth and repeating, "We'll never get out of here." If it makes him go into hyperrage spaz mode, he's claustrophobic. Otherwise, they might just think you're crazy and wrestle you down to the urine-laced floor. Either way, fun for all.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122641863136975862005-07-29T08:57:00.000-04:002005-07-29T08:57:00.000-04:00That Donkey Kong game I linked to only has the first level. That's kind of annoying.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122577007994943382005-07-28T14:56:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:56:00.000-04:00ar first yeah. Then we thought you played Wally the Green Monster during Sox games.Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122576883355634412005-07-28T14:54:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:54:00.000-04:00Jose: I remember that guy! Just before New Years, when Leonard Nimoy was peddling videos about how to survive after the Y2K apocalypse when all the elctricty goes out. How the hell were you supposed to watch the video if there was no power?! Good times.<BR/><BR/>"tell Nick that. I only agreed with him, lol"<BR/><BR/>I'll have to talk to Nick about it, but that really sounds more like something you'd say. Although I wouldn't put it past Hedie. She's the one that was convinced I didn't have a job and that I just "rode on the train all day, licking my Band-Aids.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122576428496454672005-07-28T14:47:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:47:00.000-04:00jose: yeah, well look at you. (I'm getting a lot of use out of that one)<BR/><BR/>tell Nick that. I only agreed with him, lolJosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122576345152620362005-07-28T14:45:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:45:00.000-04:00Around New Years in 99, I took the T home from school and this guy about my age got on at South Station. One the train moved again, he started telling us have the world would end at midnight on the Dec 31 and that the only way to survive was to follow him to his secret lair in New York City.Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122576253173668842005-07-28T14:44:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:44:00.000-04:00jose: yeah, well look at you. (I'm getting a lot of use out of that one)<BR/><BR/>mr. schprock: The few times I've been on the bus, my bloodhound-like olfactory senses detected trace amounts of urine. It didn't really warm me to the whole bus-riding experience.<BR/><BR/>Mooney...I mean, hooverpants: Weebles may not fall down, but they do apparently go stark-freaking crazy from time to time.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122575844860394512005-07-28T14:37:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:37:00.000-04:00Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.hoverpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05439275583975028358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122575646108652022005-07-28T14:34:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:34:00.000-04:00The end of my tether was reached years ago when, on a crowded Green Line B train, I rubbed butts with a guy from Allston to Copley Square. I'd move my butt one way and his butt would follow right along with my butt. There was no place to escape — we were butt to butt the whole way. Since then, it's been the bike, baby!<BR/><BR/>The bus is no picnic either, BTW. Don't forget the driver who drove his bus — empty, thank God — into the Charles River!mr. schprockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794677150043766057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122575253895381702005-07-28T14:27:00.000-04:002005-07-28T14:27:00.000-04:00Nick always suspected The Weeble guy is John.Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.com