Comments on: No Love for Love Bugs

By: Robert Hruzek

Robert Hruzek — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:15:16 +0000

I think the biggest irony of all is that immediately after your post are the words, “If you enjoyed this post…”

Seems like the ONLY appropriate way to finish that sentence is something like, “… you must be a sick, sick individual and don’t deserve to live!”

By: When the Required Information is Too Much Information | SuccessCREEations by Chris Cree

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 12:38:06 +0000

[...] I don’t like yard work especially with love bugs thrown into the mix. That post is gross. Head over at your own [...]

By: Jason

Jason — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 14:46:00 +0000

Hey, man, just trying to help. Wouldn’t want you to be called bugnose for the rest of your life.

By: Chris Cree

Chris Cree — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 13:48:58 +0000

Oh, Great! Now, in addition to all my other psychoses, I now have to live in fear of bug eggs in my head! Thanks a lot Jason!

By: Jason

Jason — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 20:22:36 +0000

You might want to have your head checked for eggs. They are called love bugs, after all, and I think it would not be pleasing for a partner of yours to engage in intimacy with you only to have a million baby creepy crawlies emerge from your nose.

I’m not sayin, I’m just sayin.

By: Oliver G

Oliver G — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 02:09:26 +0000

Or much more, are the meds working meanwhile
Funny how you and me seem to be in the same boat when it comes to yardwork.

Oliver G

By: Carolyn Manning

Carolyn Manning — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 15:56:31 +0000

So, did you ever get your meds?

Carolyn

By: Chris Cree

Chris Cree — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 13:50:40 +0000

Marcus, You left out the part about a hurricane breathing down my neck!

By: Markus

Markus — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 13:15:08 +0000

Ahh, naaaww …. that was nothing.

The way I know these stories is you get entangled in the cord of the lawnmower or that it begins to move on it’s own, making interesting patterns in the neighbors flower beds, while you, when reaching for the kleenex, tip over a shelf with expensive china, and eventually end up in hospital with major fractures while your house is burning (caused by that kleenex which you accidentally threw into the toaster).

So, in fact you’re a lucky dude

Markus