tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23469178.post4186326245839221223..comments2023-11-23T03:18:27.379-05:00Comments on Drinking Stories: The White Buffalo and My Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Granddaddy's PenisPanchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958581809193578202noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23469178.post-43039454773897565062007-08-18T14:32:00.000-04:002007-08-18T14:32:00.000-04:00HA! Now is there a disguising of the voice? When...HA! Now is there a disguising of the voice? <BR/><BR/>Whenever my sister-in-law's brother would go visit her and my brother when they lived in a condo, he would tell the guard person to tell her that "Milhouse" was there or "Mr. Smithers". Basically any character from the Simpsons.Airamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06193964394693579433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23469178.post-80147202012761870972007-08-17T14:08:00.000-04:002007-08-17T14:08:00.000-04:00"Why would my buddy's Turkish mother call and ask ..."Why would my buddy's Turkish mother call and ask if I was 'Having the sex?'"<BR/><BR/>Funny - my friends and I do almost exactly the same thing, except we don't do different voices each time. It's always just one friend's perpetually-intoxicated Polish mother.<BR/><BR/>This is the same woman who, after knowing me for 15 years, decided one day that she didn't want to call me "Katie" any more because "eet sound too much like freevay name."<BR/><BR/>Anyway, glad to see that you're back blogging again! Well done.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16986109030107010805noreply@blogger.com