tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post1330700745352762121..comments2023-08-06T05:13:26.415-04:00Comments on Von Trapper Keeper: Jazzfest 07, Part IIDan Nolanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981886295607717368noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-88831858248079306552007-05-20T15:29:00.000-04:002007-05-20T15:29:00.000-04:00Not a nitrous balloon, though those were plentiful...Not a nitrous balloon, though those were plentiful down on Frenchman's Street. It was some sort of maracca shaker thing that she was rubbing my nipples with.Dan Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981886295607717368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-11986334428533608852007-05-19T18:36:00.000-04:002007-05-19T18:36:00.000-04:00You should sell insurance or cars with that 'stach...You should sell insurance or cars with that 'stache. And what does coug' #1 have in her hand? A nitrous balloon? Glad to see you kept Jazzfest honest.Dearest Cupcakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03275589762737583498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-64693714523232344022007-05-18T00:20:00.000-04:002007-05-18T00:20:00.000-04:00I'm honored that you would defer to me on this. I...I'm honored that you would defer to me on this. I'm going to say that "high lives" is the preferred version and that "high lifes" is an acceptable alternative. I think the High Life is big enough to house two schools of thought on the issue.Dan Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981886295607717368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-74917289801862071452007-05-17T22:21:00.000-04:002007-05-17T22:21:00.000-04:00So is high lives the official plural for the champ...So is high lives the official plural for the champagne of beers?Dufflesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07205781790739161241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-52016416961116720762007-05-17T16:41:00.000-04:002007-05-17T16:41:00.000-04:00The jig is up. I guess I should admit that it was...The jig is up. I guess I should admit that it was me that grabbed your mom's ass in the Chili's in Norman too. If it's any consolation, the women in your family stay firm well into their post-coug years. So, you've got that to look forward to.<BR/><BR/>(and nice couture work!)Dan Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981886295607717368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-52449166544634404072007-05-17T16:35:00.000-04:002007-05-17T16:35:00.000-04:00not funny, vtk. coug #2 was my mom. i made her t...not funny, vtk. coug #2 was my mom. i made her those pants. they're her jazz pants.blythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16847339484292778234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18246530.post-85128979746346291992007-05-17T16:14:00.000-04:002007-05-17T16:14:00.000-04:00oh, yeah - one more story to report: We were walk...oh, yeah - one more story to report: We were walking around the Fairgrounds on Saturday when I hear these two guys behind me talking about how hard they were partying or something and then one of them said, "These old people probably got up at 6 AM or something". I turned around to get a look at these guys and the "old people" they were talking about and the kid immediately looks me in the eye and says "oh, sorry." I was like "OH SHIT!! I'm the old guy?!!?!?" So everyone starts laughing at me and I stop and yell "Well don't coming begging to me next time you need a fucking packie run!" <BR/><BR/>In fairness, I do have some gray in the hair and beard, my t-shirt was tucked in, and I was wearing geriatric sunglasses, so I wasn't exactly downplaying the getting older thing.Dan Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981886295607717368noreply@blogger.com