tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post3306812569439779266..comments2023-10-21T10:58:18.142-04:00Comments on The Precious Princess's Guide to Bananaland: Oh, the places you’ll go…Precious Princess of Banananlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08526638597888942341noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post-23370083899375951142013-09-22T21:41:38.004-04:002013-09-22T21:41:38.004-04:00Sad but true :)Sad but true :)Precious Princess of Banananlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08526638597888942341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post-77818469103052342192013-09-20T20:42:58.459-04:002013-09-20T20:42:58.459-04:00Public bathroom stalls.. everyone is there to shit...Public bathroom stalls.. everyone is there to shit or piss. I have no recall of ever going into a public bathroom for any other reason. <br /><br />Also, bars.. not clubs but bars.. everyone is in a bar to forget some shit. <br /><br />My blog, people just go there to watch grass grow. No other reason to go there. <br /><br />Love ya long time OH OH OH Hooters.. everyone goes to hooters for the same reason..<br /><br />The beer.The Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03658664607822174081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post-58843706170256359502013-09-20T12:04:55.681-04:002013-09-20T12:04:55.681-04:00I love people observing too...But for the most par...I love people observing too...But for the most part I also Hate people.Chronicallysickmanicmotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16790507508907064560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post-26601269875479293262013-09-19T12:14:47.470-04:002013-09-19T12:14:47.470-04:00hahahaha You know, I MISS actually GOING INSIDE th...hahahaha You know, I MISS actually GOING INSIDE the gas station. I almost always pay at the pump, and don't get to joke around with gas station peeps like I used to. Unless it's a rare day that I'm out without the kids, then the first place I go is the gas station to buy cigarettes, chat like a school girl w/anyone in sight how HAPPY and FREE AS A BIRD I am! hahahahaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15170306739961711124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post-20378488080010725242013-09-16T19:56:04.712-04:002013-09-16T19:56:04.712-04:00Way. Stupid. xoxoWay. Stupid. xoxoPrecious Princess of Banananlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08526638597888942341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230869654069975600.post-85128099332918670102013-09-16T09:40:22.202-04:002013-09-16T09:40:22.202-04:00I like that gas can give you inspiration to write....I like that gas can give you inspiration to write.<br />It's so true. Freaking walls everywhere. I noticed that when me (big) took 5 kids of assorted ages to Movie World. Some could go on things. Some couldn't. Little ones could only go on something with me, but not with me with a baby, can't leave baby alone, so little one's 'wall' smacks them in their little disappointed faces. <br />Stupid people & stupid walls.Cut My Milkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14061714277646482552noreply@blogger.com