tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16743563.post114375379522873632..comments2024-01-29T01:00:48.983-05:00Comments on Underneath the Paint: ForksWindy Lampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17326554153448530956noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16743563.post-1143952624136069592006-04-01T23:37:00.000-05:002006-04-01T23:37:00.000-05:00When did you start spelling B. B. like "Bebe?"When did you start spelling B. B. like "Bebe?"Windy Lampsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17326554153448530956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16743563.post-1143937864470287802006-04-01T19:31:00.000-05:002006-04-01T19:31:00.000-05:00and I'm weird? What kind of guys were you dating? ...and I'm weird? What kind of guys were you dating? I was at Rollins College, the forks were really there, jeff was with me and no I never heard about you sticking a fork in a grave.Windy Lampsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17326554153448530956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16743563.post-1143759027816942362006-03-30T17:50:00.000-05:002006-03-30T17:50:00.000-05:00i hope you didn't lay too close. haaahahaaha!! m...i hope you didn't lay too close. haaahahaaha!! man, that's rich. but seriously, you could get plastic in your eye. so be careful. i also want to take this opporunity to thank you, windy. through your sombering photograph of this battlefield, i have truly learned the price of war. and it is a high price indeed.spigohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06902922726352528109noreply@blogger.com