tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503737103502630690.post5897424876805168063..comments2024-03-16T05:17:47.608-04:00Comments on These Things Happen...: No Problem, What Are Friends For?Sponge-headed ScienceManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12914014641719908195noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503737103502630690.post-85015512891127254432012-03-10T21:33:32.991-05:002012-03-10T21:33:32.991-05:00Good thing he's retired!Good thing he's retired!Sponge-headed ScienceManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12914014641719908195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503737103502630690.post-13610435485789747272012-03-10T19:58:42.874-05:002012-03-10T19:58:42.874-05:00Additional: Gerry cannot smell, and so has an imp...Additional: Gerry cannot smell, and so has an impaired sense of taste. He never told them at AB, fearing it might damage his career. But his preference for one beer over another has much more guesswork in it than average.Assistant Village Idiothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503737103502630690.post-16374834364253393422012-03-09T20:02:09.117-05:002012-03-09T20:02:09.117-05:00Gerry also owned a truck for most if not all of yo...Gerry also owned a truck for most if not all of your friendship. A double blessing. Too bad it involved repayment in the form of wood splitter service!Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12803753870981743904noreply@blogger.com