tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259602881139121672.post1226401606600564800..comments2023-05-01T21:53:56.300+12:00Comments on A Minstrel's Diary, with Notes by his Fool.: Bridge concert for Baby BobbitsAegthilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11430169926130070583noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259602881139121672.post-27026717459368314422011-10-17T10:45:12.584+13:002011-10-17T10:45:12.584+13:00Don't we all look like a rack of bowling pins?...Don't we all look like a rack of bowling pins?!<br /><br />Poor, POOR old rock star. At least you got invited to play with those Lonely Mountain Band sNorts! I had to be excluded AGAIN and left to my devices and pipe-weed with that lively lass Wrenaya. Terrible, TERRIBLE thing being excluded from the 'cool kids club.' <br /><br />What a joy it will be to be sitting in the Breetown Old Folks Dump (BOFD) in a few decades and have some lovely bobbit, dorf, or troll nurse declare - 'I'm here because of you and what you did on that bridge that day!'<br /><br />"Yes, yes, I'll reply," in my gravelly old man Liza Minelli voice, "we did it for the baby bobbits. And dorfs. And weetiny trollkin." <br /><br />~B.B., Most DegenerateAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com