tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post1426535679315383910..comments2024-03-28T02:13:07.794-07:00Comments on The Palace of Heavenly Pleasure: Is Carlos More Crazy Than The Zombie Catepillars?hootchinhannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04400340898067889789noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post-8960891426761898242009-10-24T01:15:45.072-07:002009-10-24T01:15:45.072-07:00Oh god I feel wholly perplexed by the exploding ca...Oh god I feel wholly perplexed by the exploding caterpillar larvae. <br /><br />Crazy Carlos sounds fun though - I might try that tactic too! <br /><br />xxMusings of Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08835323372519660950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post-49044453200748042872009-10-23T11:11:14.332-07:002009-10-23T11:11:14.332-07:00Aw man, I like the voodoo wasp theory better. For ...Aw man, I like the voodoo wasp theory better. For many reasons but mostly because it doesn't involve cat piss.hootchinhannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04400340898067889789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post-60208301081642359992009-10-23T08:41:37.703-07:002009-10-23T08:41:37.703-07:00There's a bug rats get that makes them not sca...There's a bug rats get that makes them not scared of cats and the cats eat them and piss the bug out and then the rats catch it again. Sounds like the larve thing. It's what Tommy died from in Trainspotting.Tuesday Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07992744440120656167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post-25631652705309288352009-10-22T10:27:50.444-07:002009-10-22T10:27:50.444-07:00Thanks dad, but you know, you are my dad and it...Thanks dad, but you know, you are my dad and it's in your job description to say things like that!<br /><br />Hails, this Carlos was once ran over, outside Ballymena police station, in the early hours of the morning. A young guy, who also drinks at my bar, was passing by and witnessed the whole thing. He said Carlos piked himself up off the ground and continued on his merry way. The car drove off. A police man asked my friend to run after Carlos to see if he was alright. When he turned the corner Carlos was, apparently, sitting on the kerb petting a black labrador. <br /><br />Could be the same Carlos for sure!hootchinhannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04400340898067889789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post-63614472707670703632009-10-21T16:33:42.990-07:002009-10-21T16:33:42.990-07:00I think I know Carlos. Or if not, there's some...I think I know Carlos. Or if not, there's someone else just like him! I was always amazed at how well he could speak English when it would benefit him to do so, and yet the rest of the itme he seemed to not be able to understand a single word...<br /><br />He painted me a picture once. It looked like a few random big splotches of bright colours. He said it was me. Hmm.Hailshttp://www.coffee-helps.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16301555.post-88417332617103277382009-10-21T15:55:19.481-07:002009-10-21T15:55:19.481-07:00the things you write are always interesting. it...the things you write are always interesting. it's good stuff.dad.xxxxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com