tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post6027078851876465240..comments2023-10-26T04:29:38.283-07:00Comments on Gin and Tonic Lounge: Maybe It Was the Cough SyrupMr. Gin and Tonichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570237594535782373noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-19928401905111605542008-11-11T22:19:00.000-08:002008-11-11T22:19:00.000-08:00You know, ultimately I didn't feel the need to ask...You know, ultimately I didn't feel the need to ask how you felt. Because I sensed you felt like shit. And I was right. And ultimately I didn't feel the need to wish you felt better. Because ultimately, no matter how much I wished it, I sensed you wished it more. And I was right on that, too.<BR/><BR/>So I shall wait until you're funny again. I've been waiting since 1987.deucehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17809959914058993093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-86339689293263135382008-11-11T19:44:00.000-08:002008-11-11T19:44:00.000-08:00Poser. I can actually fly.Poser. I can actually fly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-90878183073235468432008-11-11T11:48:00.000-08:002008-11-11T11:48:00.000-08:00Flying means you have to pee...probably from an en...Flying means you have to pee...probably from an enlarged prostate...you have cancer and are going to die.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-49910625784795582262008-11-11T11:35:00.000-08:002008-11-11T11:35:00.000-08:00I agree with Fred....boring....you could at least ...I agree with Fred....boring....you could at least tell us your interpretation of the flying dreams.Margehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14712947093480926628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-34927366964459090332008-11-11T11:26:00.000-08:002008-11-11T11:26:00.000-08:00Glad you are on the mend.Glad you are on the mend.Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05759018255964348820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-37909386071123560772008-11-11T08:34:00.000-08:002008-11-11T08:34:00.000-08:00I always wake up so tired when I fly in my sleep.I always wake up so tired when I fly in my sleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-4533133395292217922008-11-11T08:05:00.000-08:002008-11-11T08:05:00.000-08:00you know how I know you are gay...you know how I know you are gay...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-79514456258455107702008-11-11T07:29:00.000-08:002008-11-11T07:29:00.000-08:00We aren't supposed to speculate about what flying ...We aren't supposed to speculate about what flying means and you aren't going to tell us what it means. Boring.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-87010434553025877922008-11-10T23:18:00.000-08:002008-11-10T23:18:00.000-08:00You mean the time I kissed Familytrain?You mean the time I kissed Familytrain?Mr. Gin and Tonichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03570237594535782373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15373687.post-80312402784803606902008-11-10T22:53:00.000-08:002008-11-10T22:53:00.000-08:00Grandmothers house...yes, now there was the den of...Grandmothers house...yes, now there was the den of sin. New years anyone?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com