tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post112797080470758657..comments2023-10-15T05:28:57.347-05:00Comments on Leper Pop: Spend a Day with Moist RubSidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08269958368204164974noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128280719698602242005-10-02T14:18:00.000-05:002005-10-02T14:18:00.000-05:00Oh, you didn't like that one? It puts that show i...Oh, you didn't like that one? It puts that show in a whole new perspective, huh? Why was the mom comfortable with the super letting himself into their apartment all of the time when it was only her and her two teenage daughters living there, anyway? Seems creepy.<BR/>By the way, scrubbing won't help.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128232345308746402005-10-02T00:52:00.000-05:002005-10-02T00:52:00.000-05:00Aunt Nina, Talk about indelible mental pictures. T...Aunt Nina, Talk about indelible mental pictures. Thanks a lot. Gotta go scrub my brain.<BR/><BR/>MR, welcome back to the world of the living.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128202251277656072005-10-01T16:30:00.000-05:002005-10-01T16:30:00.000-05:00I wasn't staring, thank you. It was impossible no...I wasn't staring, thank you. It was impossible not to notice. <BR/><BR/>It's like if Snider walked around with only Speedos under his tool belt instead of pants, Sid. You wouldn't like what you saw, but you couldn't avoid seeing it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128201399098385882005-10-01T16:16:00.000-05:002005-10-01T16:16:00.000-05:00It was a way to attract more male viewers... but y...It was a way to attract more male viewers... but you were staring at the wrong chest.<BR/><BR/>Guys were watching <A HREF="http://www.featheredback.com/bertinelli2.html" REL="nofollow">Barbara Cooper</A>Sidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08269958368204164974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128197510028896452005-10-01T15:11:00.000-05:002005-10-01T15:11:00.000-05:00mehgs said... Aunt Nina, I love it when you post h...mehgs said... <BR/>Aunt Nina, I love it when you post here! Your comments are as funny as Moist and Sid's.<BR/><BR/>-------------------------------<BR/>Aww.......thanks. That's much nicer than having Europeans shouting 'bullocks' at me for no good reason.<BR/><BR/>Jules- It's just that if any of my relatives want people to pluck things from their person in a way that the Savanna Baboons do while grooming each other on a cliff in Tanzania, it's none of my business. And I'd rather not have that kind of indelible mental picture in my memory, if possible.<BR/><BR/>I'm not burning any bras, if that's alright. I'm no hippy. Even as a wee child, I remember thinking that the mom on "One Day At A Time" looked odd jiggling all over the place all of the time. Was their wardrobe budget that small that they couldn't afford undergarments for everybody or was it a ploy to attract more male viewers? Either way, as a child, it made no sense to me....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128145398945582922005-10-01T00:43:00.000-05:002005-10-01T00:43:00.000-05:00Jules, I was married and he was in high school. If...Jules, I was married and he was in high school. If I'd known he was going on to be a soap star, I would have taken a lot of pictures. And treasured my Farmer's Market grocery bags. Could have sold 'em on eBay. <BR/><BR/>He can change his first name but he'll always be Mauricio to me. <BR/><BR/>AndreeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128141744980640772005-09-30T23:42:00.000-05:002005-09-30T23:42:00.000-05:00Wow, Andree. You let him slip away? Was he lousy w...Wow, Andree. You let him slip away? Was he lousy with cars?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128139934721960972005-09-30T23:12:00.000-05:002005-09-30T23:12:00.000-05:00This was great. All of it. Thanks for the laughs. ...This was great. All of it. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the laughs. I sure did need them.<BR/><BR/>Wish I had something more to say...alas, it's past my bedtime, so off I go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128137777153121322005-09-30T22:36:00.000-05:002005-09-30T22:36:00.000-05:00And for some reason "bag my groceries" is beginnin...And for some reason "bag my groceries" is beginning to sound very naughty. <BR/><BR/>Yes, it's a new term, you heard it here first. Every woman wants a man with "good grocery bagging skills".<BR/><BR/>And it can be used as "he can bag my groceries anytime." <BR/><BR/>Andree (how do we edit our own posts?)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128137482726618012005-09-30T22:31:00.000-05:002005-09-30T22:31:00.000-05:00Jules, this is who used to bag my groceries:http:/...Jules, this is who used to bag my groceries:<BR/>http://www.eyeonsoaps.com/GH/maurice74sm.jpg<BR/><BR/>AndreeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128122421192261562005-09-30T18:20:00.000-05:002005-09-30T18:20:00.000-05:00*I must remember not to equate love with good groc...*I must remember not to equate love with good grocery bagging skills.*<BR/><BR/>I dunno, Andree, good grocery bagging skills are as hard to find these days as a man who cooks. Maybe you shouldn't be too quick to dismiss the bagger.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128120605295767452005-09-30T17:50:00.000-05:002005-09-30T17:50:00.000-05:00Aunt Nina, I love it when you post here! Your comm...Aunt Nina, I love it when you post here! Your comments are as funny as Moist and Sid's.<BR/><BR/>I'm afraid I have nothing of value to add to the kangaroo copulation discussion though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128115847326942502005-09-30T16:30:00.000-05:002005-09-30T16:30:00.000-05:00VI-"That worthless psych degree counts for nothing...<B>VI-</B><I>"That worthless psych degree counts for nothing. And that minor in Human Sexuality? I'll NEVER have sex again."</I><BR/><BR/>That's why I made the switch to Kangaroo Copulation. It's more pertinent to my daily life as a reclusive pole vaulter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128111002982307632005-09-30T15:10:00.000-05:002005-09-30T15:10:00.000-05:00Jules said:*Hence, "This blog was very funny and I...Jules said:<BR/>*Hence, "This blog was very funny and I've been waiting for it for days, so I greatly appreciate it and admire the talent of the person who wrote it" becomes "I think I'm in love with you, Moist."*<BR/><BR/>Oh, geez, what an eye-opener. So I'm not in love with Moist either? Or the guy at the auto shop? Or the guy at the grocery store? Or the guy that let me cross the street in the pedestrian crosswalk?<BR/><BR/>I must remember not to equate love with good grocery bagging skills.<BR/><BR/>But if the guy is on his knees in tears, proclaiming undying love, does that count? Do I have to love him? What if he calls my mom and cries a lot? That just creeps me out. <BR/><BR/>That worthless psych degree counts for nothing. And that minor in Human Sexuality? I'll NEVER have sex again. <BR/><BR/>AndreeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128106350248259162005-09-30T13:52:00.000-05:002005-09-30T13:52:00.000-05:00Andree - I think the link actually worked somehow,...Andree - I think the link actually worked somehow, because someone emailed me. A mysterious someone who didn't give me any clues to their identity... hmmmmmm.... Anyway, give it a try. I'm afraid to ask Moist for anything, for fear he'll think I'm actually stalking him.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of which... Please don't be sickened, Nina. All in good fun! I guess I've succumbed to the rampant exaggeration of my generation; if I want people to believe how much I enjoy something, I feel that I have to overstate my affection for it. <BR/><BR/>Hence, "This blog was very funny and I've been waiting for it for days, so I greatly appreciate it and admire the talent of the person who wrote it" becomes "I think I'm in love with you, Moist."<BR/><BR/>Being a sister, however, I can understand the sentiment. I hate it when the unworthy masses are fawning all over my little brothers. And fawn they do, for my little brothers are teenage gods. Witty, gentlemanly gods. So, in the name of sisterhood, I will refrain from becoming part of Moist's cyber-harem. Girl power! Rock on! Let's burn our bras!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128102486690156442005-09-30T12:48:00.000-05:002005-09-30T12:48:00.000-05:00KeySunset, you have a better chance of having Mart...KeySunset, you have a better chance of having Marty than a whole lot of other people, like people in Zimbabwe that don't have televisions. <BR/><BR/>You have a better chance than people that don't post anywhere. You have a better chance than people that don't post here. You have a better chance, I think, than people who post mostly about his butt and giggle. Or post raunchy comments. <BR/><BR/>Maybe I'm wrong there, I don't know the way to a guy's heart. Assuming they have one. They seem to like that kind of thing. I know nothing for sure. <BR/><BR/>I think the odds on the California Lottery are like 1 in 81 million. But someone eventually wins. And you can have my chance, because I don't want Marty. So that reduces your odds to 1 in 80,999,999. Much better. <BR/><BR/>Somewhere in one of your comments you might pierce Marty's heart with Cupid's dart. He'll say "Wow! That's exactly the way I feel, I must meet this person!"<BR/><BR/>You may not want to make it your ONLY hope, but never dismiss a scant chance. Because it's still a chance. <BR/><BR/>Jules, Moist has my email address.<BR/><BR/>AndreeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128101827096090002005-09-30T12:37:00.000-05:002005-09-30T12:37:00.000-05:00Anonymous said... MARRY ME Moist, if you are not s...Anonymous said... <BR/>MARRY ME <BR/><BR/>Moist, if you are not seeing anyone, I will take up the job of plucking your gray hairs. Or just the chest hairs, I don't know if you enjoy plucking the others but teething at your chest cannot be good for your neck. <BR/><BR/>Jules said... <BR/>For the record, let it be noted that I was the first to declare my love for MR, back on the Sept. 18 blog. So I'm first in line to pluck gray hairs from his chest. ;-)<BR/><BR/>----------------------------<BR/>Uh................ no offence, but this is making me queasy....please stop. Please.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128086490956437272005-09-30T08:21:00.000-05:002005-09-30T08:21:00.000-05:00Moist said * I know you ladies are merely settling...Moist said * I know you ladies are merely settling for me because you think you can't have Marty.* <BR/><BR/>No I don't THINK I can't have Mah-tee, I KNOW I can't have Marty. However, just because I can't have something, like Marty or Moist, don't mean I can't appreciate having them around! :-D<BR/><BR/>Thanks for this blog! I'm having a blast!<BR/><BR/>Now to work whilst humming "Trees."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128065980496264922005-09-30T02:39:00.000-05:002005-09-30T02:39:00.000-05:00__Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128064839993113482005-09-30T02:20:00.000-05:002005-09-30T02:20:00.000-05:00Hmm. Nope. Didn't work. Scratch "creative" and ins...Hmm. Nope. Didn't work. Scratch "creative" and insert "mind-numbingly stupid."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128064681120429562005-09-30T02:18:00.000-05:002005-09-30T02:18:00.000-05:00VI - I think you do need to be a member to send me...VI - I think you do need to be a member to send messages on that site. I'm going to try something creative with this comment, though. Let's see if it works...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128063432807566172005-09-30T01:57:00.000-05:002005-09-30T01:57:00.000-05:00Hear, hear, Jules!Funny and smart. Smart and funny...Hear, hear, Jules!<BR/><BR/>Funny and smart. Smart and funny. Guy's gotta be both. Bonus points if he's a car mechanic, computer geek, masseur, chiropractor, or good cook.<BR/><BR/>Marty IS cute, but Marty would be gone at night. Has women throwing underwear at him. Or throwing themselves at him. <BR/><BR/>I think the best way to judge a guy at this point in my life is to ask him how long he's had his car, what kind of car, and if it's leased or owned (and in the latter case, paid for).<BR/><BR/>If the guy has a leased car that he couldn't afford to buy and trades them in every year or two, he isn't going to make a good husband. <BR/><BR/>If the guy has an old wreck that he babies and will go to the ends of the earth (or Fremont) to find the RIGHT emblem or fender for, and keeps it running like a dream, then that's the guy to marry. <BR/><BR/>If he pays to belong to the club that allows members to have an exotic car a few times a year, that's not Mr. Right. <BR/><BR/>If he has a totally cherry Pacer or Datsun B-210 or Renault Le Car, my interest is raised. <BR/><BR/>If he has a hybrid, then I'm almost aroused.<BR/><BR/>Jules, I was going to try to email you, but do I have to sign up on your site to do that or what?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128061031286139202005-09-30T01:17:00.000-05:002005-09-30T01:17:00.000-05:00* I know you ladies are merely settling for me bec...* I know you ladies are merely settling for me because you think you can't have Marty.* <BR/><BR/>Okay, maybe that's true. Then again, could Marty make us laugh so hard we snort? (Purely hypothetical. Never happened. Really.) Give me a man of humor over a rock god any day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128060941275993462005-09-30T01:15:00.000-05:002005-09-30T01:15:00.000-05:00Moist, when will ever you learn?Women take a husba...Moist, when will ever you learn?<BR/><BR/>Women take a husband as a project, hoping they'll change.<BR/><BR/>Men take a wife, hoping they won't change.<BR/><BR/>Alas, one side doesn't, the other side does. <BR/><BR/>I'd never take a husband who wasn't my best friend. But I'd never marry my best friend because it would ruin the friendship.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14502119.post-1128059160733247282005-09-30T00:46:00.000-05:002005-09-30T00:46:00.000-05:00I know you ladies are merely settling for me becau...I know you ladies are merely settling for me because you think you can't have Marty. That's understandable. I know my place in this world. Also, if I may modify the famous Groucho Marx line, I would never take a wife that would have someone like me as a husband.Moist Rubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11761155132969976525noreply@blogger.com