tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post3145982158192319285..comments2023-10-25T03:53:11.836-04:00Comments on crabbydad: Well, I Must've Done SOMETHING Wrong...crabbydadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260962961528954245noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-50923639288164864372007-07-29T22:14:00.000-04:002007-07-29T22:14:00.000-04:00I think her right hand is jammin' a strudel up his...I think her right hand is jammin' a strudel up his braunschweiger.crabbydadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06260962961528954245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-65176985291851907162007-07-29T19:46:00.000-04:002007-07-29T19:46:00.000-04:00What a couple of edelweiss-holes.What a couple of edelweiss-holes.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03785169158901302854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-28550108692353964312007-07-28T11:14:00.000-04:002007-07-28T11:14:00.000-04:00Dude, you should be proud of yourself. Really! I...Dude, you should be proud of yourself. Really! If I got even ONE birthday gift from my husband in the past five years, I can't remember what the hell it was. As a matter of fact, the only birthday gifts I've gotten in the past five years are the ones that I bought for myself because I liked it and it was my birthday. That's how it usually works here at my house. As far as gift-giving goes and loving your wife, you're the best. Now wipe those tears, clear your throat and GO find some GREAT gift online. My motto on gifts is stockpile, stockpile, stockpile! All you need is a good hiding place and a good memory or password.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com