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The Big Burp

You have to see this!


  1. First time commenting here and YAY I'm first!!

    That made me jump!! LOL, I was thinking:
    o O (Classy Brit chick is gonna belch)
    wasn't expecting that! Woke me up though.

  2. Pammy,

    That was extraordinary. Now I will never need to visit Niagra Falls.....

    ....or Krakatoa, for that matter.

  3. I wondered what ever became of Ginger Spice?
    What a shame. I was just kicking myself for already having a wife when there are babes like that out there when .....I am saddened by this terrible loss. I shall play Spice Girls all day in memory of Ginge.
    Pam, I am glad to see that you are using your web time so constructively! hehe

  4. Marvellous stuff.

  5. It's not wasting bandwidth if it makes you laugh.


  6. i, dang.

    i think i may like it here!

    oo, and yay for moving to greenlake! i lived there briefly and it was great. love seattle and miss it soooooo much....

  7. I grew up mere blocks from the lake. My father still lives in our ancestral home there. (ha!) I loved it when they used to have the 4th of July fireworks there, and the Bite of Seattle, etc. Now those things just got so big that Greenlake couldn't handle the event crowds any longer.

    It's a beautiful place and I love walking around the lake. When did you live there?

  8. Darn ... that was a bit, oh my ---- is it real. No, couldn't be. But so much of that stuff happen in Iraq. Alright, I won't feel guilty this was fun to watch and I watched and watched and watched! I need a good laugh, thanks!

  9. all over. u district, first hill, capitol hill (fave) queen anne, rat city...them was my 'flock of seagull' hair days. *buuuuuurp*

  10. Liquidplastic, you're welcome for the laugh. You deserve it!

    First Nations, I love Queen Anne. My hubby's grandma lived there most of her adult life and from her windows we could look down on the Space Needle. We'd park our car at her house and walk to concerts at Seattle Central. I love the old houses up there, so very beautiful.


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