Comments on: how much more fucking SHIT do we need?

By: Zoe Artemis

Zoe Artemis — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 02:20:21 +0000

HA. You must have been jonesin big time that day. I actually like the condom around the cone…..I don’t want someone’s filthy fingers touching my cone.

As for BB&B, it’s my guilty pleasure….I hardly buy anything from there…..but I go to BB&B to get a rush of color therapy and I don’t get a high. As for the salespeople being extra courteous, I like that….it’s better than being ignored or having someone treat you like shit. It’s called customer service.

By: Bill Britton

Bill Britton — Wed, 20 May 2009 13:29:09 +0000

Re BB&B: I went to one the other day in search of a simple soap dish, one with a grid that keeps the soap dry. All they had were an assortment of ugly chrome babies designed to hold a pool of water, which, of course, would turn the soap to mush. Why is everything in BB&B destined to annoy me? Their candles drip, their kitchen tools break, their towels shed like sled dogs, and it’s all made in friggin’ China. I hope they go the way of Linens ‘n Things.

By: jackie sheeler

jackie sheeler — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 11:15:27 +0000

you’ve got it, our financial system in one paragraph.

and NOT smoking now! nine long days….

OUCH.

By: George Held

George Held — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 12:11:09 +0000

A righteous rant, and funny one, too.
And good luck keeping that fucking tobacco SHIT out of yr system!

By: cyndi dawson

cyndi dawson — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 04:06:55 +0000

I seriously almost never made it past the ‘piece of shit mop’ cause I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD!! The funniest blo you’ve written to date, I still have to watch the video and if THAT is as funny as this blog I may not get to sleep tonight because my stomache hurts and i woke Paul up giggling!

By: genders

genders — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 17:05:57 +0000

What do you suppose is the point of, I guess, antibacterial ice cream cones? Antibacterial self-destructing mops? Antibacterial dishtergent bottles? Perhaps no one is to touch anything anymore…

With respect–or maybe disrespect–to insincere in-store greetings–when I first moved here and attempted to peacefully use a supermarket, the bagger at the checkout counter asked if he could “help me out”. It took me a full minute to realize he wasn’t asking me if I needed money, but rather assistance to the parking lot.