tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672790852351835831.post2437165849918727889..comments2023-10-16T11:47:40.810-04:00Comments on The Daily Spawn: An actual "S" dayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672790852351835831.post-57752651074448412662008-10-07T11:35:00.000-04:002008-10-07T11:35:00.000-04:00You told me never to tell how many. Or where.You told me never to tell how many. Or where.FlapScraphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05451083193576596009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672790852351835831.post-37041217296965206722008-10-06T22:01:00.000-04:002008-10-06T22:01:00.000-04:00Wasn't that the time you threw up all over her and...Wasn't that the time you threw up all over her and wasn't it the on the Swan Boat in the Boston Common?<BR/>No wonder she didn't take you again!<BR/><BR/>How many dead did YOU have to bury?Boomin' Grannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11213396305236460398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672790852351835831.post-21498419435805191402008-10-06T20:04:00.000-04:002008-10-06T20:04:00.000-04:00I remember once Auntie El & Uncle Joe took Kei...I remember once Auntie El & Uncle Joe took Keith and me to the Boston Zoo on the train. I remember it because it happened ONCE. The rest of my childhood was spent tending the crops and burying our dead.FlapScraphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05451083193576596009noreply@blogger.com