tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post6490598151386315025..comments2023-10-21T08:59:43.855-04:00Comments on Uncooked Meat: Still crazy after all these years...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-58805958758107473322007-06-27T19:25:00.000-04:002007-06-27T19:25:00.000-04:00Hahahahahaha! Holy hell, that was funny. I have ...Hahahahahaha! Holy hell, that was funny. I have nothing clever to say in response, but thanks for the laugh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-91654553619078126182007-06-11T14:52:00.000-04:002007-06-11T14:52:00.000-04:00Ha! You know, right around that time I flew to Chi...Ha! You know, right around that time I flew to Chicago with no less than THREE knives in my handbag. (Yeah, I carry knives. What of it??) I went through every metal detector, was searched twice, and no one found a single thing. <BR/><BR/>In my defense, I didn't know I had three; I only thought I was packing one. <BR/><BR/>Oh, and I wasn't planning on, nor did I use them, once. I have come to believe I have amazing travel luck. (KOW)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-25545377801484743702007-05-24T09:02:00.000-04:002007-05-24T09:02:00.000-04:00This was one of the best stories I've ever read. Y...This was one of the best stories I've ever read. You and your sister remind me of my brother and me- I'm you and Ben is your sis. <BR/><BR/>That wasn't grammatically correct but I was incapacitated by the humor of your post. Forgive me.A Lover and a Fighterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11111363168909263149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-19320218701987788012007-05-17T11:42:00.000-04:002007-05-17T11:42:00.000-04:00Wow, I have no response to that (But that's only b...Wow, I have no response to that (But that's only because I'm a fliberdygibet).A Bowl Of Stupidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09608508333194366133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-29418743154894748302007-05-17T09:46:00.000-04:002007-05-17T09:46:00.000-04:00Nothing better than getting nutty with a sibling (...Nothing better than getting nutty with a sibling (it's almost like we all revert back to our childhood selves whenever our brothers or sisters are around - or at least I do).<BR/>Oh, and let me just say I'm impressed you held off losing it on security as long as you did - I would have said/done something regrettable after the 2nd or 3rd search and ended up getting arrested.Redheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-69038781450088470442007-05-17T04:16:00.000-04:002007-05-17T04:16:00.000-04:00This is why I love being an only child -- and sitt...This is why I love being an only child -- and sitting in business class (a perk of my crappy-ass job).<BR/><BR/>Nothin' but love though man -- just glad I'm not sitting in front of you.Chezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06125538523345637439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-37214766788357050082007-05-17T03:00:00.000-04:002007-05-17T03:00:00.000-04:00Well, at least you had a partner in madness. I'm ...Well, at least you had a partner in madness. I'm ten shades of wacky on my own. <BR/><BR/>Back in 1993, I went to Iran to visit for the summer and on the way back, they stopped me in Heathrow--my 5'1" frame is very intimidating--and asked if I had had full control of my belongings the whole time. Me, being ridiculously naive, smiled and said, "Of course! You're free to look." <BR/><BR/>So they took me up on my offer, empty the contents of my two suitcases in the middle of the terminal (did I mention they had stopped me as I was boarding the plane and had to pull my luggage from cargo?). One of the police officers noticed a lumpy package and asked me what it was. I had to confess I had no idea. Apparently my mom had stashed away a few KILOS of my favorite feta cheese while I wasn't looking. Well, my denial apparently made me more suspect and just as he was about to escort me to a more "private" area, I sat down, <I>in the middle of the terminal</I> with all my belongings scattered, wailing that I'm just a poor college student with a crazy mother who feeds my cheese habit. <BR/><BR/>I freaked them out to the point that they apologized and insisted on upgrading me to First Class on the flight to LA. <BR/><BR/>I try not to fly through London if I can help it.Girl With Curious Hairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07572130487626244910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-32042687049864570912007-05-16T22:00:00.000-04:002007-05-16T22:00:00.000-04:00Love it. I know I laugh harder with my sis than a...Love it. I know I laugh harder with my sis than anyone else, only unlike your situation, we are usually the only ones who find ourselves funny.<BR/><BR/>But listen, I flew from Houston to Indianapolis shortly after 9/11 and had my luggage and personage searched thoroughly(!). Turns out, I supposedly bought my tickets within minutes, and with the same kind of credit card, as one of the terrorists. I get a kick trying to imagine the reasons why they would think that a very, very white-bread girl would want to cause havoc on that flight.QueBarbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05550500030225716336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-40856492782609415852007-05-16T18:44:00.000-04:002007-05-16T18:44:00.000-04:00That's hilarious that you'd run into the same guy ...That's hilarious that you'd run into the same guy your sister did a spit take on. You know you'd probably have a bigger chance of being rolled up today acting like that in the terminal or plane.onthevirghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07393086385087962938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-58954475432796318952007-05-16T15:05:00.000-04:002007-05-16T15:05:00.000-04:00Haaaaaa! Night Terrors! I'd spit too!Haaaaaa! Night Terrors! I'd spit too!litelysaltedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08817381245212129546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26687368.post-88226926127340345922007-05-16T11:33:00.000-04:002007-05-16T11:33:00.000-04:00Oh Lord....you two sound like my brother and I whe...Oh Lord....you two sound like my brother and I when we get together. But I'm glad you're able to maintain a good relationship with her even after you drove your parents to move to Africa.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14873019372613791610noreply@blogger.com