Comments on: Rachel McKibbens: The TNB Self-Interview

By: Casual Observer

Casual Observer — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 12:34:56 +0000

That killed me.

By: Rachel McKibbens

Rachel McKibbens — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:14:02 +0000

I’m a novice, Steve. Tell me how to delete comments on here and I will be your suh-laaaaaave!

By: Steve Sparshott

Steve Sparshott — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:31:16 +0000

OK, so you can’t use “s” HTML tags. Sorry. Rachel, please delete my last comment (and this one).

By: Steve Sparshott

Steve Sparshott — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:25:07 +0000

Oh, wethey are, but wthey don’t like to talk about it.

By: Marni Grossman

Marni Grossman — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:07:51 +0000

I’m surprised more people aren’t obsessed with mermaids and bestiality, Rachel.

By: Steve Sparshott

Steve Sparshott — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:08:04 +0000

Sounds like he went out with style. Ha! Current song lyrics: And I lie beneath you/And struggle for air - also, there’s a magazine called Frigg? Splendid!

By: rachel mcK

rachel mcK — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:32:25 +0000

Steve, it is worse than that. He didn’t steal it from a store. No, sir. He was riding his bike through a neighborhood and spotted it in an open garage. He pulled in and tucked it under his arm and its owner came charging after him, knocking him off his wheels. THEN she made a citizen’s arrest. So, my uncle not only got put away for stealing a USED thigh master (thank you, three strikes law!) but he was apprehended by a spandex’d woman with stone-like thighs. Beautiful.

By: Steve Sparshott

Steve Sparshott — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:12:00 +0000

A Thigh Master? as Lady Bracknell might say. Your uncle must have been wearing a massive shirt.

By: rachel mcK

rachel mcK — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:03:07 +0000

I’ve only seen mastiffs in person; the great dane eludes me. I am the Pepe LePew of Great Danes. Which of course, drives me batty. But I am sorry for your childhood trauma involving said beast, and I promise, if I should ever cross one’s path, I will do everything in my power to devastate his heart, in your honor.

By: rachel mcK

rachel mcK — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:00:11 +0000

Oh, Rich. But who can resist the high-pitched glory that is the BeeGees?

By: sheree

sheree — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:00:48 +0000

Scottish Terrier is the breed you’re thinking of. When I was about five or six a great dane kept knocking me down and humping the hell out of me. No matter how hard I tried I could not escape that damn dog. Finally after the neighbor collected his composure from his hysterical laughter over the sight of it, he jumped the fence and carried me to saftey. I hate those dogs to this day. Don’t trust’em. Sneaky bastards.

Great post. Thanks for the read.

By: Rich Ferguson

Rich Ferguson — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:27:51 +0000

I once got caught shoplifting a Saturday Night Fever cassette from some discount bin. That was pretty fucken embarrassing. But I think Jell-O Pudding Pops might top that one.