Comments on: For Whom The Bell Tolls

By: gingela5

gingela5 — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 04:50:05 +0000

I have time to kill at work and it’s just a desk job…I think about people who had desk jobs before the internet was around and what they did to kill time—read a book maybe? yuck!

By: Brittany

Brittany — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 20:51:27 +0000

Well I was all ready to relate to you and having to spend my summers at my parent’s business,and watching crap tv all day while playing with office supplies…and then you dropped the penis in the mouth bomb…and I haven’t been able to regain comment composure since.

By: dennisthevizsla

dennisthevizsla — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 10:43:42 +0000

Well in MY day we didn’t have porn on the Internet! In fact we didn’t even have an Internet! If we wanted porn we had to drive down to the video store and go into that little room that said “adults only” and rent it for $1.75! And we were thankful that we didn’t have to go to the porn theater because that was where Pee-Wee Herman hung out (ha ha) and he was all creepy in his little suit and funny makeup!!!

By: Larissa

Larissa — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 09:46:12 +0000

How funny that you leave a comment on my blog about Metallica, and then I come here to find a post titled “For Whom The Bell Tolls…”?!?! Hysterics, I tell ya!
I completely understsnd your obsession with office supplies, as I LOVE the back-to-school season, because every store around is LOADED with pens and paper and FUN FUN FUN!! OMG… Between my mother and I, we probably could rack up some 250+ pens. LOL
As for the ringing phones, I grew up with my Dad on call at all hours of the night as a Surgical Tech Nurse… who ALSO slept in the nude. So, yeah, I have a feeling we had quite a few similar experiences growing up because of those lines. Now that he’s a quadriplegic, he’s nude 24/7 – and apparently I am more “medical” than “daughter”, so he no longer even cares if he’s covered when I’m in the room. Ah. I’m surrounded by penises – I have a young son, also. LOL

By: Meg

Meg — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 20:40:51 +0000

You kept your virginity through high school? Dang, you’re good!!

By: Aileni

Aileni — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 19:25:36 +0000

You write brilliantly – I love this post.

By: diesel

diesel — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 13:49:01 +0000

My parents ran a motel in Florida for a while and we LIVED there. If you think a ringing phone is bad, try being visited regularly in the middle of the night by drunks and prostitutes.

By: merlotmom

merlotmom — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 13:16:37 +0000

uh, disturbance? that’s putting it mildly.

By: Midlife Slices

Midlife Slices — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 12:53:26 +0000

Yeah my Dad got called out at all hours too but since it was just me and him and I was all of 6 (until age 12) I got my ass hauled out with him because he didn’t want to leave me at home alone. He gave me peach brandy for a cough for gosh sakes so why not leave me home alone so a girl could get her sleep. But there was no nude dad at my house and in fact I did not know what a penis even looked like until I was 16. Gods honest truth. Oh the things we remember when we were young and dumb.

By: unfinishedperson

unfinishedperson — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 11:34:04 +0000

Margaret: I was somewhat with you, up until your dad walking out in the nude. I mean, I could relate to the rest…well, not to the tow truck driver with the porn in his desk either….but okay, I guess the only getting three or four channels on the TV. I could relate to that. Eh. That’s about it.

By: melly

melly — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 11:29:07 +0000

The little girl was not “into” penis sucking I am quite sure. I wonder who the ass was who got his kicks from looking at it.
I wonder where she is too…

By: John J Savo, the Authoring Auc

John J Savo, the Authoring Auc — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 10:11:34 +0000

Hmmm… See, based on this story, I would have assumed that the feel and smell of office supplies would be an association of fallatio for you, so that when you go out and by new pens or a notebook, you immediately feel like giving a blow job. (This, of course, would add a whole new function to “The Easy Button.”)
But that’s just my twisted mind.
P.S. I get a hard-on in office supply stores. We share the same fetish. But I always feel like getting a blow job, so the association thing wouldn’t work with me.

By: Powerful Peace

Powerful Peace — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 08:58:50 +0000

I enjoyed this post, as usual, but I wanted to comment that I’m disturbed by your assumption that the penis was attached to a man. Isn’t that sexist?
ALSO – I hope you will be thrilled to learn that NGIP was a linked guest star in my latest post at:
PowerfulPeace.WordPress.com!
Let’s hope this teaming makes us both very rich and famous; although, I have to be honest and say you probably won’t notice any major impact from this mention in my blog. I think I’m the only one who reads it, and even I’m not very impressed.
- P2

By: ettarose

ettarose — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 07:57:23 +0000

See, this is why you subscribe. I can come see you just as soon as I get this in my e mail. I loved this story. It does bring back memories. No, my dad did not sleep naked, but I did grab his penis once. Now that’s a memory. I just may post about that. Funny story.

By: Shieldmaiden96

Shieldmaiden96 — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:47:57 +0000

This reminded me of a few childhood things:
1. I used to work in my dad’s store for free because I thought retail home improvement sales were fun. He probably got a part-timer’s hours out of me every summer for nothing. Child labor! He owes me!
2. I also hate the ringing phone AND getting the mail, thanks to years of harassment and litigation following my stepdad’s death and our subsequent discovery that he hadn’t conducted his business terribly legally/ethically/carefully. All this time later, when my mail consists of not-late bills and magazines, I have a mini panic attack when I open the box.
3. My ambulance duty gives me all the random someone’s dad nudity I could possibly want. Much more than I want, actually. I’m thinking if you get to that possible stroke age, you should invest in pajamas. You never know who might have to pick your naked junk up in the middle of the night.

By: Sandra

Sandra — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:42:51 +0000

Did you go to Folsom High School in CA? My grandparents lived in the yellow house on Riley St across from the Circle K in Folsom. In case you care.
Scary on the naked dad thing. My dad never did that. Thank god!

By: Loose Cannon

Loose Cannon — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:29:18 +0000

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By: natalie

natalie — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:59:49 +0000

this was so disturbing and funny all at the same time. thanks for entertaining us!

By: Joe

Joe — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:57:50 +0000

I also grew up in a home with a family 24 hour business.
Telephones were the mortal enemy, and remain so to this day.

By: muskrat

muskrat — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:06:58 +0000

class of 80? wow…you’re like, nearly 50 and stuff?
i’m glad i wasn’t allowed near the tow truck office as a child. i don’t think i would’ve come up with cute games like you did as much as i would’ve tried to scour the parked vehicles for drugs.