tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post4401193478625536050..comments2007-06-05T19:56:18.941-06:00Comments on Burnt Toast Diner: An Explosion of Emotions and of PeterMr. Bennethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16418603606479190390noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-87471903283310508042007-06-05T19:56:00.000-06:002007-06-05T19:56:00.000-06:002007-06-05T19:56:00.000-06:00Purgatory? Is that like Club Med? Your mama call...Purgatory? Is that like Club Med?<BR/> Your mama called today. She wanted to know if I had Prince Albert in a can.<BR/> What is wrong with her?Heidi Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-84022332268560638702007-06-03T18:17:00.000-06:002007-06-03T18:17:00.000-06:002007-06-03T18:17:00.000-06:00Hi honey. You are the only woman for me. I swear.....Hi honey. You are the only woman for me. I swear...I'm in purgatory. I'm working on an escape.Ghost of Congressman Nathan Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04622150567259036822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-73827414470668547332007-06-01T11:16:00.000-06:002007-06-01T11:16:00.000-06:002007-06-01T11:16:00.000-06:00Peter, I miss you!Sure, you have delusions and you...Peter, I miss you!<BR/>Sure, you have delusions and you cry more than I do. Yet I feel your lack of presence more than Nathan's.<BR/> BTW, is he with a blonde floozy again? You tell him his wife wants him home!Heidi Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-85992620932800746342007-05-25T09:29:00.000-06:002007-05-25T09:29:00.000-06:002007-05-25T09:29:00.000-06:00I wept-nay, I sobbed when you and your brother wen...I wept-nay, I sobbed when you and your brother went BOOM! <BR/> Then I thought of something about you. Was the blowing up some sort of symbolic act or metephor?<BR/> They say people who are very emotional and are caretakers are<BR/>vulnerable to illnesses and mental break-downs.<BR/> Is this what you were trying to tell the world? Was this a visual warning? Maybe you were telling people <BR/> "Relax and care for yourself or you will glow and blow up!"<BR/> Well, was it? if not, you and your ghostly brother better return!hoxhardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-79899046181934806562007-05-24T19:34:00.000-06:002007-05-24T19:34:00.000-06:002007-05-24T19:34:00.000-06:00Normally, I would say keep the loving me like a gi...Normally, I would say keep the loving me like a girlfriend to yourself; but death takes the worry out of political bombs, no pun intended. <BR/><BR/>As a side note, if there was a girlfriend in our relationship it was you not me. <BR/><BR/>Well, I have to go...I have to figure out how to participate in a gladiator game while in a state of limbo. Love youGhost of Congressman Nathan Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04622150567259036822noreply@blogger.com