Comments on: i’m not very talkative http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/ not gracefully Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:05:18 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.1 By: Lynch http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/#comment-3 Lynch Sun, 03 Sep 2006 02:51:55 +0000 http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/#comment-3 Wow, Alex that was just so much more information than I was ready to read. :) "guys' kibbles..." LOL Wow, Alex that was just so much more information than I was ready to read. :)
“guys’ kibbles…” LOL

]]> By: alex http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/#comment-4 alex Sun, 03 Sep 2006 18:19:15 +0000 http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/#comment-4 Thanks Lynch. I appreciate you coming over to check out the site. Thanks Lynch. I appreciate you coming over to check out the site.

]]> By: jstrese http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/#comment-5 jstrese Fri, 15 Sep 2006 21:45:53 +0000 http://www.baldingangrily.com/2006/08/31/im-not-very-talkative/#comment-5 I once fainted in front of my 5th grade class because the Principal was trying to make an example out of me for teasing another kid. I got my due because the class nicknamed me "faint-boy" for the rest of the school year. I have always been squeamish about blood, seeing afterbirth and public scorning. My best friend vomited earlier that year in music class all over Doug Harris's back. It was in the mid seventies and everyone was wearing those wind breakers. So the vomit just repelled off and onto the floor. He was appropriately nickmamed, "Vomit-boy". I guess you might have been called "Pube-boy". I once fainted in front of my 5th grade class because the Principal was trying to make an example out of me for teasing another kid. I got my due because the class nicknamed me “faint-boy” for the rest of the school year. I have always been squeamish about blood, seeing afterbirth and public scorning. My best friend vomited earlier that year in music class all over Doug Harris’s back. It was in the mid seventies and everyone was wearing those wind breakers. So the vomit just repelled off and onto the floor. He was appropriately nickmamed, “Vomit-boy”.

I guess you might have been called “Pube-boy”.

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