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Comment on I taste dead people by Matthew Ernewein

Matthew Ernewein — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:30:36 +0000

Nice. MORE BRAINS….

Comment on I taste dead people by ernewein.org » Blog Archive » “I Taste Dead People”

ernewein.org » Blog Archive » “I Taste Dead People” — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:28:58 +0000

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Comment on About Me: by nicole

nicole — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 03:56:37 +0000

idea…
screen movies in laundromats
like nickelodeons, but at washer/dryer prices!

Comment on I taste dead people by shao

shao — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 06:52:15 +0000

oh my … i’m starting to think i was cheated in my recent dental experience.

Comment on I taste dead people by teresaduncan

teresaduncan — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 03:07:42 +0000

This was hilarious to read..now I’m always going to think “BRAINS!” when I talk about bone grafting. Thanks for the image!

Comment on I taste dead people by nariposa

nariposa — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 23:25:09 +0000

In general, I try not to antagonize food service people, dentistry professionals, or anyone else with control over what’s about to go into my mouth.

Comment on “If I can’t see you, you can’t be you.” by nariposa

nariposa — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:08:54 +0000

Here’s a hint: warm up by posting the content of others (links, youtube, funny internet pictures). Later, cut your teeth by posting your reactions to the content of others. Finally, arrive at posting original content. This is the evolution of all bloggers.

Comment on “If I can’t see you, you can’t be you.” by shao

shao — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 21:56:11 +0000

woot! welcome, latecomer!

Comment on “If I can’t see you, you can’t be you.” by nariposa

nariposa — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:43:19 +0000

Yay, you’ve now graduated the internet.

Comment on About Me: by Dika

Dika — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:38:08 +0000

I had a crush on a guy named Matt S. in high school. We flirted and made sure to have long telephone conversations every evening. He gave me a beanie baby for Christmas that year we were friends. What was he thinking?