tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25660520.post116347909740832021..comments2008-01-27T08:52:47.799-05:00ESnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25660520.post-1164205300968891482006-11-22T09:21:00.000-05:002006-11-22T09:21:00.000-05:00Mr. Jorgan,<BR/><BR/>You are without question a scatologist of the highest order. I urge you to use your special gifts to better this world of ours.Tammy Salazarnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25660520.post-1164062618306168722006-11-20T17:43:00.000-05:002006-11-20T17:43:00.000-05:00And there's something I can't seem to do WITH corn: I can't properly digest it. Corn in / corn out. <BR/><BR/>Sure makes dropping the kids off at the pool a lot nicer, though; like having a smattering of little ball bearings liberally applied to ease my morning. <BR/><BR/>(It seems appropriate to use the word "smattering" when talking about poop.)Hugh Jorgannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25660520.post-1164051326877028552006-11-20T14:35:00.000-05:002006-11-20T14:35:00.000-05:00I've suffered from corns as long as I can remember.Ted Salazaarhttp://www.intel.comnoreply@blogger.com