tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post115566289886976115..comments2023-10-08T12:09:41.548-04:00Comments on trading faces: A Modest ComplaintChristopherMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032361690288998090noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post-1155692633447299192006-08-15T21:43:00.000-04:002006-08-15T21:43:00.000-04:00Moonpies! When we were in South Carolina, mu husba...Moonpies! When we were in South Carolina, mu husband bought a Moon Pie t-shirt. My son loves Pepsi. he thinks it tastes better than Coke. I think Pepsi is too sweet.Ces Adoriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17338000465619901229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post-1155684352462939992006-08-15T19:25:00.000-04:002006-08-15T19:25:00.000-04:00Well, if we were truly southern, I suppose we woul...Well, if we were truly southern, I suppose we would be having RC Cola and Moonpies! Perhaps I should try and get used to the Pepsi. After all, it was what Joan Crawford promoted and pretended to drink when she was really drinking vodka.<BR/><BR/>Nooooo...I'm a hardcore Diet Cokehead, no turning back.ChristopherMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13032361690288998090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post-1155683829499118402006-08-15T19:17:00.000-04:002006-08-15T19:17:00.000-04:00What? No Coke? Isn't Kentucky south of the Mason...What? No Coke? Isn't Kentucky south of the Mason-Dixon line? No self-respecting southerner should be forced to drink Pepsi. What kind of liberal law school do you go to??TV Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07118017932109255229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post-1155678464802236182006-08-15T17:47:00.000-04:002006-08-15T17:47:00.000-04:00Welcome to my life, Christopher!!!! When I return...Welcome to my life, Christopher!!!! When I returned to school a few years ago, the younger students sought me out for help quite often. I was the one they came to when they needed to borrow aspirin, a stapler, pens, or paper. Yes, some students come to class without PAPER!<BR/><BR/>In Sociology, the whole course was group work and I was matched up with idiots: a jock, a sleeper, and a guy who had his face pierced in a dozen places. The piercing guy contributed a little bit, but for the most part, I carried them all through the class. After awhile, Q got sick of my bitching about the situation.<BR/><BR/>Then when I took Rock Music and Culture, the teacher was always saying; "Ok, can <I>someone other than Valerie</I> tell me what year the Beatles came to America?"<BR/><BR/>Also, I think you should find some place to study other than the pukey-pee dungeon. You don't want that odor to cling to your new Banana pants!Ms. Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05708956305328177418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post-1155676432157830072006-08-15T17:13:00.000-04:002006-08-15T17:13:00.000-04:00LOL about the stewardess line. I'm with you on the...LOL about the stewardess line. I'm with you on the relief from back strain. Good luck with school. Now you show 'em whose the smart one.Ces Adoriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17338000465619901229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21353255.post-1155664514194597862006-08-15T13:55:00.000-04:002006-08-15T13:55:00.000-04:00Yeah, Chris! You show those young whipper-snapper...Yeah, Chris! You show those young whipper-snappers. You know they think you understand everything because you are a whole decade older than them, but who cares. They suck. However, the rolly-thing is like a neon sign pulsating with, "I'm older, smarter, and have lower back pain." Just kidding. You rock.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com