tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720980.post111890511288642961..comments2023-04-15T03:25:51.831-05:00Comments on Stale Popcorn: Good Things Come To An EndDonut Shophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18128488587072396651noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720980.post-1119069121660248382005-06-17T23:32:00.000-05:002005-06-17T23:32:00.000-05:00How did any of those pants get past the great 80's...How did any of those pants get past the great 80's purge? And were the pants on the outside of the jeans? Because if so, she needs to be shot. Put everyone out of their misery. No one should ever have to look at that. Except maybe Michael Jackson. Hmm. Maybe if they stuck him in a room with that woman for twenty minutes, he'd confess, and then justice would finally be served and all the little children could be safe from the evil gloved one.<BR/><BR/>Katherinerosie4299https://www.blogger.com/profile/02209164824245834641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720980.post-1118906436501980512005-06-16T02:20:00.000-05:002005-06-16T02:20:00.000-05:00weren't all those pants burned in shame in '93? If...weren't all those pants burned in shame in '93? <BR/><BR/>If not, they should have been.<BR/><BR/>Trippy.<BR/><BR/>I love strolling around kissing-memory lane! It's fun. Besides, what good were those boys for if not for my later pleasure of remembering the good aspects of their existence? Some of them had little else on their resumes. . .<BR/><BR/>Okay, back to my fic. My Rogan. I won't deign to ask K to read it--it has no Tristan, but it does have a lot of Finn in it. . .<BR/><BR/>amyAmy Beth Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16150400754592177222noreply@blogger.com