Comments on: Behold the strap-ons. http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/ One girl's struggle to escape her fat pants. Wed, 08 Feb 2012 10:35:26 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.3.3 By: Linda http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/#comment-36 Linda Sat, 17 Sep 2005 02:40:02 +0000 http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/#comment-36 I am so glad I found your blog! Tears are streaming down my face from laughter! Brian, you have me in stitches over here! LMAO Thanks for the laughs *snickers* I am so glad I found your blog! Tears are streaming down my face from laughter!

Brian, you have me in stitches over here! LMAO

Thanks for the laughs *snickers*

]]> By: Mrs. Nelson http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/#comment-26 Mrs. Nelson Wed, 14 Sep 2005 23:19:13 +0000 http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/#comment-26 Laugh out loud funny, sorry for your pain though. Laugh out loud funny, sorry for your pain though.

]]> By: Brian Jones http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/#comment-24 Brian Jones Wed, 14 Sep 2005 19:09:56 +0000 http://www.untitledlife.com/2005/09/14/behold-the-strap-ons/#comment-24 Fortunately, I have been heralded as clumsy my entire life. My first memory is of being pinned night stand, even before I was old enough to speak. I was just trying to open it, and, boom, the little bugger jumped right on top of me. My brother has always been referred to as “our little baseball player,” or “the skateboarder,” or later as “the ladies man.” I, on the other hand, have had only one nickname: “Spaz.” It is a self fulfilling prophecy, you know. Since being jumped by the night stand, I am expected to drop, spill, collide, tumble, trip, and use various parts of my body as safety cushions (clumsy people don’t have as many pain sensors as normal humans). Now, my family refers to when someone does something clumsily as a “Brian moment.” Whenever I walk with glass of anything or, for instance, a cup of coffee, family members move away from me and say, “Watch out!” What th’heck would you do! I jump! “Oh, Brian just had one of his moments.” My mother-in-law (god rest her soul, if I should ever kill her, that is) makes me drink in the kitchen. “Don’t get on the carpet with that coffee, dear. It’ll stain it.” I feel like a puppy going through house training. (That explains the pee stains behind the TV. Hee, hee..) Hope I gave you a laugh, friend. You made me laugh out loud. Just started reading your blog. LOVE IT! I’ve been reading Dooce for a while, and really like her’s, too. You are just below her now on MyYahoo, so there is no escape!!! Fortunately, I have been heralded as clumsy my entire life. My first memory is of being pinned night stand, even before I was old enough to speak. I was just trying to open it, and, boom, the little bugger jumped right on top of me. My brother has always been referred to as “our little baseball player,” or “the skateboarder,” or later as “the ladies man.” I, on the other hand, have had only one nickname: “Spaz.” It is a self fulfilling prophecy, you know. Since being jumped by the night stand, I am expected to drop, spill, collide, tumble, trip, and use various parts of my body as safety cushions (clumsy people don’t have as many pain sensors as normal humans). Now, my family refers to when someone does something clumsily as a “Brian moment.” Whenever I walk with glass of anything or, for instance, a cup of coffee, family members move away from me and say, “Watch out!” What th’heck would you do! I jump! “Oh, Brian just had one of his moments.” My mother-in-law (god rest her soul, if I should ever kill her, that is) makes me drink in the kitchen. “Don’t get on the carpet with that coffee, dear. It’ll stain it.” I feel like a puppy going through house training. (That explains the pee stains behind the TV. Hee, hee..)

Hope I gave you a laugh, friend. You made me laugh out loud. Just started reading your blog. LOVE IT! I’ve been reading Dooce for a while, and really like her’s, too. You are just below her now on MyYahoo, so there is no escape!!!

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