tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post6996239720010371841..comments2023-07-30T06:47:20.163-04:00Comments on complainaway: and i'm the one who's single, vol. 1complain awayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194653128028608210noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post-67031120942351086192008-09-10T23:48:00.000-04:002008-09-10T23:48:00.000-04:00Jon, you're just envious of the highly romantic en...Jon, you're just envious of the highly romantic engagement story those two will be able to share with their grandkids. "I watched a wiry Russian dude win the pole vault while your grandma scarfed some chop suey. Magic was in the air." <BR/><BR/>The only way I'll be able to have something similar of my own is if I hook up with the crazy guy next door with the bad pick up lines. "And then your grandpa said to me, 'and if you have too much of the joint at my house and can't stumble down the hall to your own bed, you can just wake up in mine.'" Oh yeah. <BR/><BR/>Emory, the last fortune cookie I got was "you speak very clearly," and that was way more meaningful than my usual. Clearly I need to switch up where I'm getting my moo shiu.complain awayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15194653128028608210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post-59538293111972860192008-09-10T10:48:00.000-04:002008-09-10T10:48:00.000-04:00Now that must have been one hell of a fortune cook...Now that must have been one hell of a fortune cookie.<BR/><BR/>Word; eat more Wanton! (with friends)Emory Maynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09638931073856138565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033060688252002849.post-23280964652476088662008-09-10T08:51:00.000-04:002008-09-10T08:51:00.000-04:00Clearly your standards are too high. You should j...Clearly your standards are too high. You should just marry the next guy who's too rude to wait for you to eat dinner.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com