tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997151963241708435.post5958224867639460640..comments2023-07-26T04:08:17.099-07:00Comments on Notes to Self: Long time listener, first time callerlittle ms. notetakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07392268616238615794noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997151963241708435.post-47719790297823245672008-02-18T21:42:00.000-08:002008-02-18T21:42:00.000-08:00OH MY GOSH! I'm literally LOL-ing, which is quite...OH MY GOSH! I'm literally LOL-ing, which is quite a feat. People say they're LOL-ing all the time on line, but are they really? Probably not. I never really am. But this time? Oh my. I am. And I'm trying to stifle it so as not to wake up the whole house, which is actually painful and causing tears to stream from my eyes.<BR/><BR/>I remember that day like it was yesterday. Soooo funny. We were so awesome! (I'm sure all of your listeners - I mean readers - agree.) <BR/><BR/>Whatever did happen with Aaron and the can of chew? Didn't it end up being Big League Chew? Wasn't that on Halloween? Why didn't we break up sooner? :)<BR/><BR/>And whatever did you do with the fur coat? Oh wait. That wasn't real.<BR/><BR/>I'm still laughing.<BR/><BR/>That's right up there with the time we were requesting "something." And then asked to not call back anymore. Ahhhhhh... good times.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Kath. So hilarious.Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997151963241708435.post-29806037477967249252008-02-18T17:59:00.000-08:002008-02-18T17:59:00.000-08:00Ha, ha, ha! I love it! I knew you had mad skillz. ...Ha, ha, ha! I love it! I knew you had mad skillz. :)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for leaving a comment... I was begining to think that nobody thought this story was as hi-larious as me, and was starting to feel self-conscious!<BR/><BR/>Much love!little ms. notetakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07392268616238615794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997151963241708435.post-87793702539159233282008-02-18T14:02:00.000-08:002008-02-18T14:02:00.000-08:00Hi Kit. So I have been secretly reading your blog ...Hi Kit. So I have been secretly reading your blog for months, never leaving comments because... because... well I guess because then I'd have to SHARE something about myself. (A tragedy that would be.) But today's post is so damn funny, I can't stop myself! Here is the story of my first encounter with "The Can of Evil".<BR/><BR/>I, young teenager, was out on the lake in a boat with my too-cool teenager cousins and was presented with said can of mint chew. Typically, my response would likely have been goody-2-shoe-ish, but I was on vacation and way too proud to be teen. Can of chew in hand, I convinced my girly cousin that we just HAD to do it. I showed her (bullied her) how to pinch a wad (I had seen my brother do it), pinched one myself and stuffed it inside my bottom lip. INSTANT HOLY COW!!! That shit goes straight into your bloodstream; I was high as a kite in 15 seconds or less. Next thing I know, we're pulling up to the dock, and we jump off, running like crazy girls. I spy a group of boys I'd never seen before, ran up & grabbed the first one I saw staring at me, drug him behind a nearby shed, pushed him up against the wall, and planted an inexperienced teenager-ish kiss on him.<BR/><BR/>(That alone is enough of a story, but of course this isn't the ending - my destiny knew I was to meet Kit 17 or so years later, so destiny decided to subject me to Kit's powerful influence right then and there.) <BR/><BR/>So I'm planting my teenager-ish kiss on a very surprised, stranger-ish boy, with my lip full of chew. He reciprocates by teenager-ishly sticking his tongue into my mouth! This was a BIG shocker to my poor tongue-virgin mouth. Panic not. With dexterity I did not know I possessed, my tongue swooped up the chew, & deftly pushed it inside HIS lip! Then I ran away, girly cousin close behind. Both of our moms drive up (to pick us up from the boat dock you see), girly cousin runs to her mother, bursts into tears, and does one of those stupid girly pukes which result in nothing but smelly spittle hanging off your lower lip. I climb into the car like nothing happened, Mom looks at me, I shrug my shoulders. End of story. Never saw the boy again. Never dipped again. (Until I was about 30 and at a hockey game.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com