Comments on: White Trash Woman – The Exodus

By: Dima

Dima — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 03:35:34 +0000

Ooh, after an hour of soccer would work just as well I think. I’ll try that next time. Honestly though, I’m afraid of touching the thing. I always hated those thing. Why ruin the word cake? WHY?

By: Hänni

Hänni — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 01:59:38 +0000

MaryBishop – Apparently *I’m* crazy enough to write about urinal cakes. How about that?

Mrtl – Do they really come in decorative varieties? I think you’re just saying that. But here’s an idea – *you* could start designing custom cakes and sell them along side the rhinestone-encrusted peri-bottles. It’s like a His and Her gross-bathroom-accesories thing. Forget about embroidered towels, the next time I go to a wedding I’m bring urinal cakes and ass-cleaning spray bottles. Cheers!

Miss Marisol – d’oh, hadn’t even considered the idea of someone calling in whilst on fake call. That’s probably because no one ever calls me, except Maaa.

Erin – Yes, vibrate, that’s it! The phone was on vibrate. I really didn’t look like an idiot after all, when obviously running away from a 14-year-old girl… oh wait.

Dima – You poor thing! Do you work out? I know sometimes after a rigorous bout of yoga, my knickers could knock the fleas off a dog. I’m wondering if something like that could knock the urinal cake from your bedroom wall. Hmmm.

By: Dima

Dima — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:14:58 +0000

In my current apartment last occupants a large dirty lady, much like Hanni’s former neighbor, had a urinal cake in the bedroom, that’s right, IN THE BEDROOM. I can’t get that bastard off the wall. She superglued it – the bitch. Now, every time I go to bed, it’s the last thing I have to look at. It’s sad. Very sad people!

By: Erin

Erin — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 21:08:09 +0000

Don’t worry about the phone not ringing… it was on vibrate. No one is the wiser. Well… except all of your readers.

By: miss marisol

miss marisol — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 21:07:18 +0000

Farewell, Not White White Trash Lady.

I’ve done the fake phone call thing to get away from someone once as well. And as I walked away having my fake phone call, a real phone call came in and I looked like an asshole.

So, use with caution, Hanni darling.

By: mrtl

mrtl — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 20:57:10 +0000

May your new neighbor be clean.

ugh – You know, urinal cakes come in quite the decorative variety. Maybe she was a collector.

By: marybishop

marybishop — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 20:44:13 +0000

Hilarious entry and I thought stuff like this only happened to me. Just the two words “urinal cakes” had me laughing out loud. Who writes about urinal cakes? Who names those suckers such an oxymoron, some moron I’d guess….

By: Hänni

Hänni — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 17:58:50 +0000

Laurenbove – Thanks for the mad props. Yeah Spicy and I go waaaay back… well by a couple months at least. She’s my Westsaaaide honey.

AmandaB- ooh I think I called it “Grayskull”. Is that the wrong spelling, technically speaking? And yeah, I didn’t stop to think maybe the phone thing was a bit suspicious, given that it never RANG before I “answered” it.

ScottyGee – Yes, let’s hope that trailer’s both swift and far traveling!

By: ScottyGee

ScottyGee — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 17:42:57 +0000

May her trailer roll on to greener pizza bone filled pastures…

By the power of Greyskull!

By: Amanda B.

Amanda B. — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 14:56:30 +0000

I am just picturing you running for dear life while the youngster chases you about the complex, your cell phone still attached to your ear. You sillygoose.

P.S. You said, “Castle Greyskull”. I love you.