tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post7425735390027239053..comments2024-01-30T22:53:34.269-08:00Comments on Musings of an Intrepid Commuter: irondadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-52069798108928639852007-08-08T11:02:00.000-07:002007-08-08T11:02:00.000-07:00Ya know, Dan... telecommuters don't get Durango'd...Ya know, Dan... telecommuters don't get Durango'd. One more reason to consider it. <BR/><BR/>Maybe the string of Durangos was one diety playing jokes on you, and the crash of the last one (DDVII) was mama diety saying "knock it off, already, Junior!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-82625735397760365342007-08-07T21:03:00.000-07:002007-08-07T21:03:00.000-07:00"Pagans of Perversity" followed by the "Grim Rummy..."Pagans of Perversity" followed by the "Grim Rummy?" You are rollin' brother.<BR/><BR/>The wandering cop on the cell phone reminded me of a City of Port Townsend officer I saw in my fair city last week yakking on his phone while sitting at a light with his ball cap on backwards, looking like a little gangsta boy. I wondered if he had the oversized baggy pants with his boxers showing over his pistola belt.<BR/><BR/>Now...did the crash do anything at all to satisfy your warrior soul?<BR/><BR/>Have fun,<BR/>BillBill Sommershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13830209488539036338noreply@blogger.com