tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post3191803214530889351..comments2024-01-13T18:35:19.562-08:00Comments on Backpacking Dad: Parts of this poem are goodBackpacking Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-19996379486537469462008-11-22T21:45:00.000-08:002008-11-22T21:45:00.000-08:00VDog: the badassedest.Her Bad Mother: :}Redneck Mo...VDog: the badassedest.<BR/><BR/>Her Bad Mother: :}<BR/><BR/>Redneck Mommy: who are the Oilers?<BR/><BR/>babybloomr: I'm working on my emo.<BR/><BR/>Heather: thanks.<BR/><BR/>Daddy Joe: that's what she said.<BR/><BR/>Manic Mariah: total showoff. I can write poems that don't rhyme. :}<BR/><BR/>Corina: bring it! <BR/><BR/>ChurchPunkMom: because I'd've barfed all over the floor.<BR/><BR/>kaila: LOL.<BR/><BR/>Rhea: yeah, it's going around :}<BR/><BR/>FADKOG: No, I was the guy who thought poetry was dumb and pointless and who just wanted to go read some cheap sci-fi, a.k.a. girl repellant.<BR/><BR/>Swirl Girl: :}<BR/><BR/>Jenny, the Bloggess: like, in a "shouldn't have had that last Choco-Taco" way?<BR/><BR/>Ilina: under no circumstances should it be said aloud. It might summon demons.<BR/><BR/>Mama Smurf: Use the American Heritage. Curate's Egg should be in there.<BR/><BR/>Rita Arens: Sometimes two syllables just isn't big enough to contain the spew.Backpacking Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-44910674279189654812008-11-21T11:08:00.000-08:002008-11-21T11:08:00.000-08:00I love your multi-syllabulousness.I love your multi-syllabulousness.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-52500010558821518322008-11-20T12:04:00.000-08:002008-11-20T12:04:00.000-08:00I'd love to comment.But hang on...gotta get my dic...I'd love to comment.<BR/><BR/>But hang on...<BR/><BR/>gotta get my dictionary...<BR/><BR/>lol!Mama Smurfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18156035813578322910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-14045443128490595302008-11-20T11:33:00.000-08:002008-11-20T11:33:00.000-08:00This is harder than Jabberwocky to say aloud.This is harder than Jabberwocky to say aloud.Ilinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12517198461895887916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-34847499522181459112008-11-20T06:43:00.000-08:002008-11-20T06:43:00.000-08:00This poem makes me want to throw up...but in a go...This poem makes me want to throw up...but in a good way.Jenny, the Bloggesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13718481135182612620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-15462358446033365582008-11-19T23:53:00.000-08:002008-11-19T23:53:00.000-08:00'Exsanguinate crimson corpuscles'draining....'Exsanguinate crimson corpuscles'<BR/><BR/>draining....Swirl Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18241915723936809627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-60453434646153644172008-11-19T21:14:00.000-08:002008-11-19T21:14:00.000-08:00The guy who sat next to me in poetry class in coll...The guy who sat next to me in poetry class in college got a B on a poem he wrote about basketball ("He dribbled down the court, tense, tired. He shoots! He scores! The team won!" - I am not kidding) but you? You'd have been the one in class all the girls wanted in their critique circles. Those who didn't move their chairs fast enough would be all "Frickin' Basketball Boy again..."for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-69254137109422030522008-11-19T19:18:00.000-08:002008-11-19T19:18:00.000-08:00I swear I heard this same poem spew along with my ...I swear I heard this same poem spew along with my child's barf this afternoon.Rheahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11027061380778030388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-88210497023657244702008-11-19T18:45:00.000-08:002008-11-19T18:45:00.000-08:00Ummm.I was once an English Major.I am now lost.DOH...Ummm.<BR/>I was once an English Major.<BR/>I am now lost.<BR/>DOH!<BR/>This fight is on.<BR/>Bring it Tanis.<BR/>You can do it.kailahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12850561966367666264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-5433460563776832312008-11-19T18:40:00.000-08:002008-11-19T18:40:00.000-08:00dude, you better be at the end of the poetry slam....dude, you better be at the end of the poetry slam.. cause, you know.. like IMPOSSIBLE act to follow..ChurchPunkMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06935370275930996701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-9215753394768191872008-11-19T18:30:00.000-08:002008-11-19T18:30:00.000-08:00Wow. But I can use big words too. ;-) But reall...Wow. <BR/><BR/>But I can use big words too. ;-) <BR/><BR/>But really.... wow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-65159385434019401162008-11-19T18:26:00.001-08:002008-11-19T18:26:00.001-08:00Yea, you're a badass and a showoff and I had to ge...Yea, you're a badass and a showoff and I had to get a dictionary to know what you were saying... :)Mariahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12952616489949080213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-10214267429556939562008-11-19T18:26:00.000-08:002008-11-19T18:26:00.000-08:00Damn, you got a perty mouth.Damn, you got a perty mouth.Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14691833325416231162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-38570073934631752152008-11-19T18:25:00.000-08:002008-11-19T18:25:00.000-08:00I give you props for even attempting it. Not I.I give you props for even attempting it. Not I.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01979925607834752536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-77732366702926702832008-11-19T16:07:00.000-08:002008-11-19T16:07:00.000-08:00See? What did I tell you-- dude is DEEP. And kinda...See? What did I tell you-- dude is DEEP.<BR/> And kinda emo, and all like, "You can never know me" and teh internets are all, "But Backpacking Dad, we yearn to know you, truly know the depth of your deepness" and then...<BR/>No, wait-- that's Twilight.<BR/>My bad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-80355474518334166242008-11-19T15:20:00.000-08:002008-11-19T15:20:00.000-08:00Show off. Gah.You totally should have written an o...Show off. <BR/><BR/>Gah.<BR/><BR/>You totally should have written an ode to the greatness of the Oilers. Snicker.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-30834811984486312602008-11-19T15:13:00.000-08:002008-11-19T15:13:00.000-08:00*bowing at your feet*MAESTRO!!!*bowing at your feet*<BR/><BR/>MAESTRO!!!Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775208920171527729.post-19133857429649048772008-11-19T15:12:00.000-08:002008-11-19T15:12:00.000-08:00Oh you are so badass, bpd!Oh you are so badass, bpd!VDoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04542535234309505428noreply@blogger.com