tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post4912877999348496587..comments2023-10-25T03:53:11.836-04:00Comments on crabbydad: It's Not Me... It's You....crabbydadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06260962961528954245noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-78011071433839024912008-06-28T13:52:00.000-04:002008-06-28T13:52:00.000-04:00But won't you miss the sagging balsax? I mean, did...But won't you miss the sagging balsax? I mean, did you even stop to think about the ballsax? And I mean reeeeeeally think about them... until you start dreaming about them.<BR/><BR/>Only after doing that can you make such a big decision, assuming you even still want to after that warm reminiscence.LiteralDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16704368269389527451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-64099718637654119642008-06-25T23:10:00.000-04:002008-06-25T23:10:00.000-04:00Queen Lisa, I can't even comprehend the tuna cans ...Queen Lisa, I can't even comprehend the tuna cans in the sauna. What were they making in there, tuna melts? Or were they dehydrating cats? Hey, maybe dehydrated cat melts!<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Lizzy. And are you asking about two things that I've found in the pool? Cuz I've found a lot more than two. Or are you talking about #2? Which I've also found in the pool.<BR/><BR/>Right on, Brian! Fuck the YMCA, and their helping the less fortunate. Sure, they'll provide shelter and food to the needy, but who does a guy have to schtup to get a hot tub in the place?! Selfish bastards.crabbydadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06260962961528954245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-52900390621981820322008-06-25T13:24:00.000-04:002008-06-25T13:24:00.000-04:00You're not alone, CD. My family left, too! There i...You're not alone, CD. My family left, too! There is just no way that the Y can compete with these new fandangled fitness centers. Their features are better, their prices are comparable, their locations are more convenient! I mean, c'mon. It's simple economics.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-1706820437976166612008-06-25T10:28:00.000-04:002008-06-25T10:28:00.000-04:00HA! Quintessential crab. Classic stuff. i.e., t...HA! Quintessential crab. Classic stuff. i.e., two things you might find in the Y pool.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130250.post-35612044978865926132008-06-25T06:59:00.000-04:002008-06-25T06:59:00.000-04:00Yes, I broke up with the "Y" when I started findin...Yes, I broke up with the "Y" when I started finding empty tuna cans in the sauna. (Seriously. In. The. Sauna. WTF??!) Those charming little eccentricities may seem like cute little "quirks"at the beginning of a relationship, but toward the end it feels like full blown mental illness.Plus, our YMCA has a salt water pool, which you would think would be awesome (without all the chlorine), except somehow it made it feel like you were swimming in lukewarm brine. I'm currently on the prowl for another body of water; am considering the Roman Baths in the gay village... (great post, btw!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com