tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post6255471619415325849..comments2024-03-11T01:49:28.653-07:00Comments on Smacksy. : My Little Old ManLisa Page Rosenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10959648783502475353noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-57104497993944223032011-07-20T08:53:21.047-07:002011-07-20T08:53:21.047-07:00I love this Bob more and more with every post....I love this Bob more and more with every post....penandviewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03610527059314002802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-29084803320955092142011-07-18T20:15:14.638-07:002011-07-18T20:15:14.638-07:00My first thought was like gradydoctor's "...My first thought was like gradydoctor's "Shaken, not stirred."The English Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14982031308501442156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-4909627859121441522011-07-18T12:55:06.022-07:002011-07-18T12:55:06.022-07:00He will also require a special wardrobe: Powder b...He will also require a special wardrobe: Powder blue polyester pants up to his nipples with a white belt and matching shoes.Ilene Waterstonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-74515894257260800882011-07-18T09:38:09.842-07:002011-07-18T09:38:09.842-07:00The cool thing about Bob is that he can be counted...The cool thing about Bob is that he can be counted on to tip a solid 20% even when you forget his "usual."<br /><br />;-) A.Anna Leflerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06968276973881720329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-6265422593269461392011-07-18T08:35:39.144-07:002011-07-18T08:35:39.144-07:00Bob is a boy of discerning tastes.Bob is a boy of discerning tastes.dusty earth motherhttp://www.dustyearthmother.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-43140907653172720052011-07-18T05:45:15.467-07:002011-07-18T05:45:15.467-07:00My grandfather used to ask my brother if he wanted...My grandfather used to ask my brother if he wanted "refrigerated water" or "wet water," which came from the tap. The inference was that REAL men just drank the wet water. <br />I have no idea why that will forever be lodged in my head.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-54660907876103065082011-07-18T05:31:01.942-07:002011-07-18T05:31:01.942-07:00I like mine straight up. Shaken, not stirred.I like mine straight up. Shaken, not stirred.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250366594787079147.post-82366230434232302302011-07-18T03:36:07.136-07:002011-07-18T03:36:07.136-07:00Water on the rocks... make mine a double... it'...Water on the rocks... make mine a double... it's been a rough day.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604088827689583826noreply@blogger.com