tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post2790171089296769662..comments2023-12-31T18:52:37.874-08:00Comments on Us and Them: Pre-School, Day Two: DisillusionmentCaptain Dumbasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-36530224830966683762008-09-14T06:22:00.000-07:002008-09-14T06:22:00.000-07:00Yeah, duct tape ROCKS! I like his friend. At least...Yeah, duct tape ROCKS! <BR/><BR/>I like his friend. At least you don't have to feed it.Mama Dawghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-79160327254699175732008-09-12T22:17:00.000-07:002008-09-12T22:17:00.000-07:00I'm from the South. There ain't nothin' we cain't ...I'm from the South. There ain't nothin' we cain't do with some chicken war anna little ducktape.<BR/><BR/>(I found rolls of plaid duct tape last Christmas and gave them to all the significant men in my life. They LOVED it. PLAID! PLAID DUCT TAPE! w00t!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-70864588528209027812008-09-12T20:37:00.000-07:002008-09-12T20:37:00.000-07:00I took a roll of duct tape with me on my first tri...I took a roll of duct tape with me on my first trip to Europe. Did some crazy shit with that tape.<BR/><BR/>We used to have a show up here called the Red/Green Show. I didn't watch it, but I think the whole thing centred around duct tape and everything you could do with it.Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-54219957548520049992008-09-12T19:08:00.000-07:002008-09-12T19:08:00.000-07:00Americans take their duct tape very seriously. I t...Americans take their duct tape very seriously. I think Tom Ridge declared it manditory or something. Jeremy gets a roll of it in his stocking every Christmas. For realsies.steenky beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570171606663745423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-16850096826456730192008-09-12T17:27:00.000-07:002008-09-12T17:27:00.000-07:00BC-everyday is Fear Factor around here.MAW-rice kr...BC-everyday is Fear Factor around here.<BR/><BR/>MAW-rice krispie treat, mmmm...<BR/><BR/>JBG-it was very sad and sweet. Fantastic advice! Luckily they have watched The Incredible's enough times they know the dangers of monologuing. Kill first and give your speech to your minions and hottie girl friend.<BR/><BR/>LD-you'd think duct tape would be stronger than a three year old's fingers. However, my son's criminal genius figured out a way to dig behind the duct tape.Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-76838416070954326922008-09-12T16:24:00.000-07:002008-09-12T16:24:00.000-07:00You know what's sad? Duct tape is WAY stronger tha...You know what's sad? Duct tape is WAY stronger than hope, even during an Obama speech. Sorry, Barack.LiteralDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16704368269389527451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-59444806176288805782008-09-12T16:16:00.000-07:002008-09-12T16:16:00.000-07:00Oh, his poor little heart must have been broken. O...Oh, his poor little heart must have been broken. On the flip side, make sure you tell him that the bad guys are usually self starters and independently wealthy. They usually have cool costumes, awesome hidden hide aways and hit women. Perhaps if you start young enough with your son you could explain to him that he shouldn't start monologuing right before he kills his prey. That gets him every time. You could stop that cycle. I'm just sayin'.steenky beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570171606663745423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-31921318694816648532008-09-12T14:15:00.000-07:002008-09-12T14:15:00.000-07:00Oh dear. Home version of Fear Factor. It's like th...Oh dear. Home version of Fear Factor. It's like the home version of Jeopardy you used to get when you were one of the losers. Actually, I thought it was a mangled Rice Krispie Treat.unmitigated mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13901264130484454602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159299199460969385.post-65622084395532213902008-09-12T11:54:00.000-07:002008-09-12T11:54:00.000-07:00Awww, poor little dude. He wants to be a super her...Awww, poor little dude. He wants to be a super hero.<BR/><BR/>And I'm so glad you explained what that blob of gook was. Because for a second I thought you guys had a home version of Fear Factor going on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com