tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562073985064062860.post773550784588246842..comments2009-12-13T15:15:39.621-05:00Comments on My Little Radio Show: I'm In Live Television and Anything Can HappenCharlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286520277372053558noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562073985064062860.post-7453276794788568742007-10-01T20:21:00.000-04:002007-10-01T20:21:00.000-04:00I think it's gross that you tagged this entry "foo...I think it's gross that you tagged this entry "food." And also, "sexy."<BR/><BR/>Now, "WTF?"--I am down with that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562073985064062860.post-48874969203363361392007-09-30T21:20:00.000-04:002007-09-30T21:20:00.000-04:00Phil! That sounds horrible. I am so sorry.Once w...Phil! That sounds horrible. I am so sorry.<BR/><BR/>Once while visiting a boyfriend's family in Massachusetts, I got the stomach flu and puked in front of the dad in a trash can as we were walking through Boston. On that same trip with the same stomach bug, I crapped my pants, too. I was really really sick. <BR/><BR/>Thank god I'll never have to see those people again.Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17286520277372053558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562073985064062860.post-15710809737983935592007-09-28T17:16:00.000-04:002007-09-28T17:16:00.000-04:00What is it with Scandinavia and vomiting? (I could...What is it with Scandinavia and vomiting? (I couldn't tell if that was Denmark or Sweden...)<BR/><BR/>On my one visit to Denmark to see relatives, I took an evening trip to deliver a gift from one of my US friends to a Danish woman who my friend had stayed with many years ago.<BR/><BR/>The Danish woman was reputed to be very very attractive to the point of driving numerous men mad. So on the train to her place, I wasn't surprised to have all sorts of butterflies in my stomach -- like I was going on a first date. I tried to quell them, though. "You're not going on a first date, nimrod -- you're delivering a photograph to friend-of-a-friend.<BR/><BR/>But the butterflies stayed with me all evening, right up until it was nearly time to head home. That's when I went to the bathroom and hurled.<BR/><BR/>Turns out it wasn't nervousness. Turns out it was food poisoning, picked up at "The American Deep Dish Pizza Company" in Copenhagen. (My folks and I ducked in there to avoid a sudden rainshower.) Bleah.<BR/><BR/>Damned Scandinavians and their vomiting.<BR/><BR/>But at least I wasn't having a painful menstruation.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06025545050052617066noreply@blogger.com