tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post5687953834319576767..comments2024-01-29T19:05:24.744-08:00Comments on LuLu and Moxley: Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!LuLu and Moxley's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07997421397509557965noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-20076185214151213882009-07-15T23:43:24.645-07:002009-07-15T23:43:24.645-07:00There is a lady in my spin class who makes very lo...There is a lady in my spin class who makes very loud sex noises, like groans the whole class. At first it amused me, now I am just so embarrassed for her!Shaunanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-65789209445666044632009-07-15T05:40:58.509-07:002009-07-15T05:40:58.509-07:00Oh, my God. Do you think you could slip some pot i...Oh, my God. Do you think you could slip some pot into her smoothie? Calm her down a bit?<br /><br />Good luck!Kendrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15226660244598032307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-56918532278265135152009-07-14T18:15:40.890-07:002009-07-14T18:15:40.890-07:00In spite of the great advice of your commenters be...In spite of the great advice of your commenters before me, I have to be the immature one and suggest that the next time she starts you begin a shouting contest with, "You Light Up My Life," and/or "Hopelessly Devoted to You" from Grease. My bet's on you.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16258150805363212464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-61437822905422296972009-07-13T20:17:23.463-07:002009-07-13T20:17:23.463-07:00In the name of Lance Armstrong, she needs to die.In the name of Lance Armstrong, she needs to die.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04784917607642187815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-9184919623209346522009-07-13T11:26:18.013-07:002009-07-13T11:26:18.013-07:00Oh.my.God. Can you surreptitiously poison her wat...Oh.my.God. Can you surreptitiously poison her water?Sarahvizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07257891014401157085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-72111494388738570872009-07-13T10:49:31.756-07:002009-07-13T10:49:31.756-07:00Pshaw, it's the crazies like that that keep th...Pshaw, it's the crazies like that that keep things interesting. I wish I had a few more like that rather than the just annoying loud cell phone talking, gum snapping, obnoxious perfume wearing dingbats at my gym.CaraBeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805246908391321840.post-70048692102953351512009-07-13T10:08:18.675-07:002009-07-13T10:08:18.675-07:00i would have picked up the bike and thrown it at h...i would have picked up the bike and thrown it at her. i need silence at the gym. maybe she is in your class cuz she was asked to leave another one. i bring my sansa to the gym when i run on the treadmill to avoid all the noise and people singing or breathing beside me. i would avoid the pot. you'll just get the munchies and gain back any calories you were trying to burn. take care.<br />-kikiKikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05593577392662543292noreply@blogger.com