tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post8729725134085102693..comments2023-10-31T06:01:29.250-07:00Comments on Laughing at Life's Little Wedgies: The Corner Storetrublubyuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02167985643440470182noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-12317544709889698332008-09-30T13:44:00.000-07:002008-09-30T13:44:00.000-07:00ok, I am official blurker, but I have been laughin...ok, I am official blurker, but I have been laughing all afternoon at your posts! Thanks for making my day! We used to walk home from school and we would stop at the little corner store and buy lemonheads and boston baked beans (holy cow that was a long time ago)My mom didn't like us to have candy (my dad is a diabetic) so we would stop before we got home in a field full of sagebrush and hide our candy, then when we would walk to school the next morning we would pick up our candy! We were happy little kids, and to this day my mom never found out!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-48926295786451584362008-09-24T10:14:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:14:00.000-07:00A less than honest little girl who was my friend c...A less than honest little girl who was my friend convinced me to go with her around the neighborhood collecting "money for the poor" I was probably 7 or 8. We got quite a lot of money in our glass jar. We had planned on keeping it for us because after all we were poor! Well we got to one house and when the lady opened the door she said sorry but she didn't have much to give. We could see a bunch of kids running around and not very much furniture so we decided to leave the money on her doorstep. So I guess it wasn't really lying to the other neighbors we were helping out someone who needed it...Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10978212423351620102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-51409119315593728782008-09-17T12:24:00.000-07:002008-09-17T12:24:00.000-07:00I'll have to think about mine. . . . I love your s...I'll have to think about mine. . . . I love your story!Kelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01078158663459610289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-87423425802484103672008-09-16T21:26:00.000-07:002008-09-16T21:26:00.000-07:00Oh, This is LOL funny! I'm sure I have some "confe...Oh, This is LOL funny! I'm sure I have some "confessions" I can make but I'm sure I wouldn't write it as funny as you did yours and I might not get forgiveness so I'll save it for later :-)Little GrumpyAngelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14065581455480762162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-65747657481562586342008-09-16T18:15:00.000-07:002008-09-16T18:15:00.000-07:00oooh girl! that is FUNNY STUFF!!!! ha ha haaaaa!!!...oooh girl! that is FUNNY STUFF!!!! <BR/><BR/>ha ha haaaaa!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-30079207566899262762008-09-16T14:47:00.000-07:002008-09-16T14:47:00.000-07:00Your story reminded me of Hoyts store that was on ...Your story reminded me of Hoyts store that was on the way home from my grade school. We had it sweet, my parents had a charge account there, so we just had the clerks write up a little yellow paper everytime we wanted something. I even bought my whole parent's Christmas and charged it to their account, pretty funny.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-88775505443251198822008-09-16T13:04:00.000-07:002008-09-16T13:04:00.000-07:00I had sticky fingers when I was younger. I took $...I had sticky fingers when I was younger. I took $150 from my parents drawer and gave the $100 to my younger brother and kept the $50 for myself to spend on "Santas' Workshop" gifts for my family. I actually had earned $4 of my own and gave it away because of the "big bucks". Of course we got caught, no one sends their kids to school with that much money. Even worse I blamed it on my brother and he got the punishment and not me. I have since learned my lesson and am reformed.Mechellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14642590968360895953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-61878692488976898242008-09-16T12:40:00.000-07:002008-09-16T12:40:00.000-07:00Wow. I never knew. My perfect wife? Wow. I'm in sh...Wow. I never knew. My perfect wife? Wow. I'm in shock. This has rocked my world. I need time to cope. <BR/><BR/>Well, okay I DID know that story already. But it still shocks me to hear it because my wife IS so perfect, so innocent and so pure. Life's lessons are fun to experience. Good stuff. <BR/><BR/>My story is from last week or I'd share. After all, we need to protect the innocent and I don't want to open scars before the scabs have fallen off the open wounds. Skeletons in the closet will stay there for now. Well at least until I tweet it.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02081963099339502737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-49511388594231771662008-09-16T10:08:00.000-07:002008-09-16T10:08:00.000-07:00I used to eat candy out of the bulk candy bins. We...I used to eat candy out of the bulk candy bins. Well--only a couple times, and I only took a couple candy corn. I still feel a little guilty about it.Lizdeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14633136877337138408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-86890642285930750632008-09-16T07:26:00.000-07:002008-09-16T07:26:00.000-07:00oh, and my blog is www.jesscoollife.blogspot.com i...oh, and my blog is www.jesscoollife.blogspot.com in case you ever want to stop by to play..Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929104551864538457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088658496918317377.post-3214989258144020652008-09-16T07:25:00.000-07:002008-09-16T07:25:00.000-07:00I was in 9th grade and hadn't studied for my test....I was in 9th grade and hadn't studied for my test. Never before had cheating ever crossed my mind, but that day I was desperate. I cheated. I don't even remember how I cheated. But my teacher was an awesome person and I respected her. Of course she caught me. I could have died of embarrassment! She didn't turn me in to the principal; I'm sure she knew that her disappointment cured my cheats for life.<BR/><BR/>I love your blog! Today I start blog stalking you..Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929104551864538457noreply@blogger.com