tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post6236830736354839066..comments2023-07-05T00:35:34.395-07:00Comments on From Stage Dives to Station Wagons: Fancy thatfollowthatdoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02073521142861511678noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-81114244315094049972009-04-08T22:08:00.000-07:002009-04-08T22:08:00.000-07:00I think even boys and girls fight. My brother and ...I think even boys and girls fight. My brother and I used to beat the Cr*p out of each other and it was really just for fun. we'd escalate until someone really got hurt by accident. Then one day he was 6ft tall!geekymummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10529149669501249892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-51562751861526683762009-04-07T20:28:00.000-07:002009-04-07T20:28:00.000-07:00I wanna beat the heck outta someone with a sword, ...I wanna beat the heck outta someone with a sword, I'll use foam if I have to, takes all the fun out of it. Also, dying to see a pic of these shoes. Did LD put them on or just carry them around like a trophy?Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05813234346253993436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-29164006911788239602009-04-07T18:51:00.000-07:002009-04-07T18:51:00.000-07:00weird? or perhaps a future "project runway" star t...weird? or perhaps a future "project runway" star that will outfit you in the designer duds you deserve...for free!!!:)chihuahua5https://www.blogger.com/profile/12564489693520609676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-29524156550019582992009-04-07T13:08:00.000-07:002009-04-07T13:08:00.000-07:00my sister and I used to fight, but not for sport. ...my sister and I used to fight, but not for sport. Or at least not that I remember. <BR/><BR/>And yes, they are a lot like puppies wrestling at a dog park. A lot of noise and energy but no real malice.followthatdoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02073521142861511678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-37744527901732042402009-04-07T05:55:00.000-07:002009-04-07T05:55:00.000-07:00I would totally fight for shoes. My boys used to ...I would totally fight for shoes. <BR/><BR/>My boys used to fight when they played, too. But they couldn't hold a candle to their step-sisters. Those girls still fight. And they leave bald patches in their hair. Scary!Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06999741671175495307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-63664725756589104132009-04-07T05:01:00.000-07:002009-04-07T05:01:00.000-07:00LOVE the prize ;)And it's not just boys, I'm afrai...LOVE the prize ;)<BR/><BR/>And it's not just boys, I'm afraid. When we were younger, my sister and I made the square patch of hallway between our two bedroom doors our "hitting square" and whomever caught the other in that space, had free reign to wail (whale?) on them. Lucky for me, my door was positioned such that I could barrel down the hall and jump over it; my sister would try that, but would have to do a 90 degree twist in the middle, which never seemed to work. She got much worse bruises from crashing into the walls all the time than anything I ever did to her, though, I must say ;)Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07607474600318564658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-86238761807967579292009-04-06T23:16:00.000-07:002009-04-06T23:16:00.000-07:00hahaha that sounds like an excellent prize though!...hahaha that sounds like an excellent prize though! I get that same nervous feeling when my puppy finds another dog to wrestle with at the dog park. They are having fun, but it looks like they are actually fighting.Aimeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16545997231998176325noreply@blogger.com