Comments on: Worst first line contest http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/ your source for illegal theology downloads Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:57:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: June http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-149131 June Sat, 18 Oct 2008 00:57:50 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-149131 We have a winner! We have a winner!

]]> By: jerome galvin http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-149126 jerome galvin Fri, 17 Oct 2008 22:05:21 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-149126 We knew mother and father began distancing themselves when he stopped claiming her flatulance. We knew mother and father began distancing themselves when he stopped claiming her flatulance.

]]> By: Chad http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-103762 Chad Sat, 14 Jul 2007 23:13:14 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-103762 Sooo.... Are you back? How was Italy? Did Gretchen's pregnancy keep Italian men from hitting on her? Doubt it. Sooo….

Are you back?

How was Italy?

Did Gretchen’s pregnancy keep Italian men from hitting on her?

Doubt it.

]]> By: michael lee http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-103377 michael lee Sat, 14 Jul 2007 01:00:41 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-103377 I came to Oxnard as a young man, but I left 3 weeks and 42 minutes later as a young man who knows a thing or two more about life than the young man who had come to Oxnard earlier that month: wise things. I came to Oxnard as a young man, but I left 3 weeks and 42 minutes later as a young man who knows a thing or two more about life than the young man who had come to Oxnard earlier that month: wise things.

]]> By: Morphea http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-100206 Morphea Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:42:37 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-100206 [Cerise dives for her Laurell K. Hamilton novels.] [Cerise dives for her Laurell K. Hamilton novels.]

]]> By: The Real Chad http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-100019 The Real Chad Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:45:46 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-100019 Shouldn't it be something more like, "On the breezy summer day, I reached into my napsack and plucked out a piece of fruit which exploded juicily in my eating hole, causing me to burst out laughing until I realized that it was not a piece of fruit, but a HUMAN HEAD!" I admit it. I stole that. Sort of. Shouldn’t it be something more like, “On the breezy summer day, I reached into my napsack and plucked out a piece of fruit which exploded juicily in my eating hole, causing me to burst out laughing until I realized that it was not a piece of fruit, but a HUMAN HEAD!”

I admit it. I stole that. Sort of.

]]> By: Chad http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-100011 Chad Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:13:11 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-100011 Man... I dunno. I kind of want to keep reading that one. Man… I dunno. I kind of want to keep reading that one.

]]> By: aly hawkins http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/worst-first-line-contest/comment-page-1/#comment-100000 aly hawkins Mon, 02 Jul 2007 22:45:59 +0000 http://addisonrd.com/WordPress/2007/07/02/worst-first-line-contest/#comment-100000 There are times in every woman's life when she wishes she were a man -- when it's that time of the month, when it's after dark and her car is parked three blocks away and she forgot her nunchucks, when she begins to grow facial hair -- but Diane wishes she were a man every Thursday at 3 PM. There are times in every woman’s life when she wishes she were a man — when it’s that time of the month, when it’s after dark and her car is parked three blocks away and she forgot her nunchucks, when she begins to grow facial hair — but Diane wishes she were a man every Thursday at 3 PM.

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