tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post115679001613992130..comments2023-09-12T01:18:01.375-07:00Comments on Condi's Hair: No Boy Wants A Sarcastic Girlkarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690274092026593186noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156866395113864542006-08-29T08:46:00.000-07:002006-08-29T08:46:00.000-07:00How could you say that about Tarantino?! Even if y...How could you say that about Tarantino?! Even if you did do a course on film. My Dad hates cats. I'm not all that fond of them either. But Tarantino ... I can't understand that. What's wrong with his films?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156824968385865902006-08-28T21:16:00.000-07:002006-08-28T21:16:00.000-07:00You know, breast size never mattered to me.Crazy p...You know, breast size never mattered to me.<BR/><BR/>Crazy people.<BR/><BR/>Cats are a plus, though. Or dogs. Dogs are good.Mycaelushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09464864968908732111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156808879794612912006-08-28T16:47:00.000-07:002006-08-28T16:47:00.000-07:00Well, let's combine some of these comments... Laur...Well, let's combine some of these comments... Laura says all truth comes from movies, Devon says a woman just needs to appreciate fin cinema, and Sarah says a nice rack matters most. So here you go:<BR/><BR/>Harriet: What do you look for in a woman you date? <BR/>Charlie: Well, I know everyone always says sense of humor, but I'd really have to go with breast size. <BR/><BR/>It all works out rather nicely.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475822831167066932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156808273129554472006-08-28T16:37:00.000-07:002006-08-28T16:37:00.000-07:00Kara, Kara Kara. How many times do I need to tell ...Kara, Kara Kara. How many times do I need to tell you? Men don't care about whether or not you're nice to them. You have a great rack and that's all that matters.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17344344286964568262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156805040300211392006-08-28T15:44:00.000-07:002006-08-28T15:44:00.000-07:00Jen - of course. I have a pre-planned driveway wit...Jen - of course. I have a pre-planned driveway with your name spray paint-stenciled on it<BR/><BR/>inamini - I highly doubt you're mean enough to warrant being alone forever...therefore...of course someone wanted to marry you. Oh, and I'll be the one drunk by the waterfront...HAPPY LABOR DAY!<BR/><BR/>laura - you know how i feel about your relationship advice<BR/><BR/>kevin - i'm sorry...when were you taking me seriously??? hater.<BR/><BR/>devon - i'm not mean to YOU. at least not until I post that second grade picture of you in the sweater vest...you know what i'm talking about. <BR/><BR/>and YES, I do remember that episode. we were but children then.karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01690274092026593186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156802482519911102006-08-28T15:01:00.000-07:002006-08-28T15:01:00.000-07:00I am an anomoly then because I'm not a fan of mean...I am an anomoly then because I'm not a fan of mean girls... not for dating anyway. Smart and opinionated is one thing. Mean is different. But above all else, boys want girlfriends/ wives that like good movies. No amount of cat litter stink can cover up the fact that Quentin Tarantino makes unique, darkly funny, action packed (i hate that phrase) movies.<BR/><BR/>ps i have only eaten popeye's once, and will never eat it again. i'm sure you remember the episode.Devonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17207667202426458959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156801736556884942006-08-28T14:48:00.000-07:002006-08-28T14:48:00.000-07:00Popeye's fried chicken???? Now I'll never be able...Popeye's fried chicken???? Now I'll never be able to take you seriously again.Jansky Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170197934818126276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156801426735834102006-08-28T14:43:00.000-07:002006-08-28T14:43:00.000-07:00The real point is that you have a fear of committm...The real point is that you have a fear of committment. That's always the answer to any relationship problem. I learned that from the movies. And everyone knows all movies are true. Hobbits are real, you know. <BR/><BR/>In other news, I made a kick-ass blackberry pie this weekend. It seriously could kick your ass. It's really that good. I named it Bruce...Bruce Lee Pie. <BR/><BR/>The end.theWaifhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12189261864352336396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156798746374518042006-08-28T13:59:00.000-07:002006-08-28T13:59:00.000-07:00I was sure that no man would ever want to marry me...I was sure that no man would ever want to marry me, yet one did. I'm still becoming a cat lady, even though B is allergic (we wash a lot of cats.) I have three, and I can count higher!<BR/>I will be in Portland this weekend-maybe I'll see ya!INAMINIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01164847091151455540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13845234.post-1156796595060213062006-08-28T13:23:00.000-07:002006-08-28T13:23:00.000-07:00Can I park my Winnebago behind your house? I'll ha...Can I park my Winnebago behind your house? I'll have about 34 cats by then, and if my cats mingle with your cats, well, we're gonna have a lot of cats. What are you going to do about your allergies? Will you don a Michael Jackson-esque mask? Will you have whiskers painted on it?Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16287246032886023713noreply@blogger.com