tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994347.post1508403625223920330..comments2008-10-11T11:18:16.449-05:00LWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01303436280471983659mossby@gmail.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994347.post-67308142808117619642008-10-11T11:18:00.000-05:002008-10-11T11:18:00.000-05:00I find your story ironic. It reminds me of the story of Abraham and his three visitors. Except your visitor was a drunk. So there's the incentive. Give to the poor you meet on the off chance it turns out to be a celebrity. Or something like that. Or maybe give to the bum that pesters you so he can go down to the liquor store and get sloshed.Akktrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09907742052704787919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994347.post-23867221638900135072007-08-29T20:38:00.000-05:002007-08-29T20:38:00.000-05:00That's stupefying. I'm rather jealous, though, I wish I could have that story for myself :)Josssshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080245975465609772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994347.post-47683376080235454322007-06-12T03:36:00.000-05:002007-06-12T03:36:00.000-05:00guacamole's extra, sirAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994347.post-62935421879780784092007-06-07T10:54:00.000-05:002007-06-07T10:54:00.000-05:00"Look it up, the stats are there,". It's true. I tell no lie. And neither does Cone. He's a celebrity. <BR/><BR/>Also, I really love the picture captions, Luke.jennybroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11181647430447020623noreply@blogger.com