Comments on: Vinny And The Roast Beef Curtains

By: ken

ken — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 12:55:16 +0000

there are as many rules about when to use commas as there are when not to use them.

if a comma can be eliminated without a loss of clarity then is it necessary?

might be something to bring up with old ernie hemmingway…

By: Lauren R.

Lauren R. — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 05:59:49 +0000

This was hilarious! However, please take this as constructive criticism: names in direct address are set off by commas, as in

My god, Vinny, how could you be so cruel?
or
Hey there, doll.

Hope I've helped and keep on writing.

By: Alex K.S.

Alex K.S. — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 18:17:50 +0000

Last spring I was insanely lusting after my classics professor. He had an accent, and a lisp, and I think he might have been gay (okay, flaming), but the way he talked about sex in the antiquities, mmmm.

Now I just shamelessly flirt with the boy at the biofuel gas station. Might I add that I don't use biofuel in my car?

By: Rose

Rose — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 11:11:49 +0000

Yeah, my mom’s boyfriend’s son? Sexy. So. Sexy. All hot and airforce-ey with a gorgeous smile, and…he’s married and just had a baby.

WARRRRIIIP!!

Plus, that’d be like, almost incest. Except that…we’re not blood related. So…we could technically get it on, but…

it would be a little awkward. Something for the pornies out there to drool over, I guess.

Not that he’d tap me, he’s like, not into me like that

But I see the way he looks at me…ba-da-bing!

(In my dreams.)

Oh, I also have a huge crush on this AMAZING guy named Joe, who is so sexy but is….gay.

FUCK. WHY?!

By: Just Stacy

Just Stacy — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 00:24:07 +0000

Love it, and I have one that I blogged about a few years ago .. not sure if you want other blogs solicited on yours, but I’ll add it in case you don’t care …

http://stacyinprogress.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-blogger-blogs-i-learned-2-things.html

By: expateek

expateek — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 02:08:21 +0000

Dahlin’ you th’ best. You know it! This was hysterical, and I can sooooo relate. Sometimes, the life in the mind is the very, very most top-notch. Top grade loin, probably. Though maybe that’s not in deli, but at the butcher’s counter. Perhaps check him out next? xxx’s to ya.

By: MsDarkstar

MsDarkstar — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 02:47:18 +0000

I have decidedly UN-hot neighbors. Most of them single moms of what seem like a million kids. The downstairs neighbor is one of the scariest women I’ve ever encountered.

I’m a tich disappointed that there is not Latino Heat around the ‘hood… it seems that most of the guys live about 4 to 6 to an apt. and play some disturbing mariachi-hiphop fusion.

By: TC

TC — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 12:36:51 +0000

Before the only local coffee house closed I had a thing for the one guy who worked there. Long black hair always in a bandana. Extremely flirty at times. He was the tallest guy I had ever seen so I was curious to see if the package fit the height. Talk about blushing every time I saw him! It’s all I could think about when we would talk. I would hang out at the coffee house every weekend in hopes that he was working. Oh man I would love to find out if every part of him is tall.

By: Britni TheVadgeWig

Britni TheVadgeWig — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 01:54:12 +0000

Okay, this was great. Meat + sex were clearly meant to be written about together.

By: Stephanie

Stephanie — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 01:24:15 +0000

Probably the guy at the Jiffy Stop who changes my oil for me. I seem to get him all the time. He’s tall, lanky, brown hair, smoldering brown eyes, muscle-y, and he’s got this smirk. A smile that makes me think he’s mentally having sex with me already. Oh, yeah…there’s some good ones of him rolling around in my brain.
An oil thumbprint smear right on my bra? Oh hells yes.