tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post7528980839644392184..comments2008-03-25T00:05:01.973-04:00Jonah K. Haslaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00146984421653461218noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-83145259364005825812008-03-25T00:05:00.000-04:002008-03-25T00:05:00.000-04:00I can't tell you how many hours I've spent trolling the blogoverse, looking for smart, funny writers who aren't afraid to toss out a well-developed story.<BR/><BR/>As of tonight, my search is at an end. I've come home.<BR/><BR/>Or at least, um, here.Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-41047683406891951472008-03-22T02:51:00.000-04:002008-03-22T02:51:00.000-04:00I am loving this! Attempting to think of a mental disorder you didn't already have is marvelously funny.<BR/><BR/>Must ask -- where on Long Island are you from?heartinsanfranciscohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-27773316588510592912008-03-20T20:14:00.000-04:002008-03-20T20:14:00.000-04:00Jonah, I suspect Client 9 said the money was in his tightie whities and she needed to go diving for it. <BR/><BR/>I'm sure she dove, but I'm afraid she probably only found a balled up athletic sock and teeny tiny limp soft penis with matching bubblegum sized balls. Which would also account for him having his WIFE standing next to him during the whole debacle. No balls. <BR/><BR/>Personally, I would have castrated him on national television. Stupid bastard.Karenhttp://astrangelife.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-15256800036600250312008-03-19T15:10:00.000-04:002008-03-19T15:10:00.000-04:00Mid-apple lunchtime and on to Part 2...Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-73966728217642373362008-03-13T01:20:00.000-04:002008-03-13T01:20:00.000-04:00Karen -- as Client 9 said to Kristin, your check is in the mail.Jonah K. Haslaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00146984421653461218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-2556914142247509932008-03-13T01:01:00.000-04:002008-03-13T01:01:00.000-04:00Mosh pits, condoms, Count Chockula... all perfectly fine ingredients in a great post!Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04913165199017718669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-37685495350539055992008-03-12T17:46:00.000-04:002008-03-12T17:46:00.000-04:00Wow, I'm actually thinking of giving you your money back for having me read this one...I managed a chuckle or 2 all on my own this time!<BR/><BR/>Hey...if you want, I'll go ahead and and forward on $1200 of it to karen for her laptop. I'll keep the rest and deduct it from future GFB blog reads.<BR/><BR/>Oh...and nice banner.lioneyesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-82245743712523274372008-03-12T13:26:00.000-04:002008-03-12T13:26:00.000-04:00Truly, a story filled with teenage angst and hilarious Jewish Nerdism. Star Trek Conventions? Bette Midler on Oprah? What could possibly top all this angst and adorable nerdy gay Jew teenager with acceptance letter to college? You are simply magnificent sir. You're writing is an inspiration to us all.<BR/><BR/>You owe me $1200 for a new laptop since this story caused me to blow Starbucks all over the keyboard of this one and destroy the innards. I await your check.Karenhttp://astrangelife.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697374478580727783.post-31089477388829086892008-03-11T09:08:00.000-04:002008-03-11T09:08:00.000-04:00This is exciting...I can hardly wait to read part 2. Btw if you need testicles and an adam's apple to shovel the driveway, some old people owe me buckets of compensation!RED MOJOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14724459820113337438noreply@blogger.com