tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post3053351807456003723..comments2008-03-26T05:31:15.107-07:00sweatpantsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-19242919380753129712008-03-26T05:31:00.000-07:002008-03-26T05:31:00.000-07:00

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martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10385637169470408209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-72713981593720579352007-06-03T18:56:00.000-07:002007-06-03T18:56:00.000-07:00

Holy crap, I have been abducted by those aliens!! They have also forced me to hide said packages at my moms house and deceive poor Mr. Ashley. I hate those bastards....

Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436571420215943287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-71767440860271553342007-05-21T17:35:00.000-07:002007-05-21T17:35:00.000-07:00

Rolling on the floor with laughter...you should write for The Onion!

Addicted to Friendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206100631027648539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-13638477742955666352007-05-10T21:20:00.000-07:002007-05-10T21:20:00.000-07:00

You are THE BEST! I feel so much less alone now. You are beautiful.

Grim Reality Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02080844233014641611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-28904679164255621192007-05-06T20:31:00.000-07:002007-05-06T20:31:00.000-07:00

Ohhhh....how I hate it when parked cars cut me off and than move to their spot. Very funny....I enjoyed reading your blog.

MisstressMwww.misstressm.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-91088536230393757852007-05-04T18:40:00.000-07:002007-05-04T18:40:00.000-07:00

Yeah, one of those alien yellow concrete pillars attacked my husband's car a year ago. Only took him six months before he got it fixed. Driving a 'damaged' car in L.A. is like walking around with toilet paper hanging out the waistband of your jeans...people do look at you strangely. <BR/><BR/>Now what about that new purse?

Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06000460026115818932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-80516534015033160332007-05-04T17:12:00.000-07:002007-05-04T17:12:00.000-07:00

This is so totally weird! Our brand new rental car in Monaco a couple years ago had practically the exact same markings on it (three days after renting it). Maybe the aliens are trying to tell us something?

Ruth Dynamitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161626814106717754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-9930550739366688182007-05-04T11:46:00.000-07:002007-05-04T11:46:00.000-07:00

I see... You have a vision... a yellow line down the side of the van... It could work... Maybe you convince the aliens to help paint the van???

Pendullumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11833881250780345533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-47841246352206496172007-05-04T07:52:00.000-07:002007-05-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

for awhile curbs were jumping up and attacking my tires and shredding them when i parked -- like 3 times. and one time someone borrowed my spare tire and never returned it. my dad claims that i lost it but he's so so wrong.

shaygohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197564769635390369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-55436399553544678842007-05-03T20:50:00.000-07:002007-05-03T20:50:00.000-07:00

I think the same aliens that abducted you for the purse shopping excursion have forced me to eat chocolate on numerous occasions.<BR/><BR/>In fact, I am sure of it.

Jaelithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12081888212421953409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-34698883963884515312007-05-03T16:36:00.000-07:002007-05-03T16:36:00.000-07:00

I'm going to cross my arms, purse my lips, and tap my foot for Rigel... <BR/><BR/>Shame. Shame. Might as well just go ahead and forget to change the oil and let the minivan run out of gas every other day. <BR/><BR/>Grr.

L.A. Daddyhttp://www.ladaddy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-78904229531072751292007-05-03T16:17:00.000-07:002007-05-03T16:17:00.000-07:00

Those same purchase-force aliens got me too!

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-22148859456840796832007-05-03T05:57:00.000-07:002007-05-03T05:57:00.000-07:00

I hit three parked care in less than three years. My insurance agency canceled our insurance. Boy, did that not make for a happy husband. (And the Purse Aliens? They abduct me ALL THE TIME! So does their good buddies the Shoe Extraterrestrials)

nikkihttp://www.emich.net/~nikki/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-53291704757674650782007-05-03T00:46:00.000-07:002007-05-03T00:46:00.000-07:00

I can say, smugly, that I have never had a ding or a dent. Having said that I have only driven 5 times in the last 10 years.

Moobshttp://www.moobz.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-82358275348900039662007-05-02T23:03:00.000-07:002007-05-02T23:03:00.000-07:00

i'm the queen of balancing my vehicles on parking medians. though, it's not too funny when you leave your muffler behind the oil slick that once inhabited your car.

gorillabunswww.gorillabuns.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-8753498538028575862007-05-02T20:18:00.000-07:002007-05-02T20:18:00.000-07:00

holy crap. I think you're on to something here...this seems to be happening to a awful lot of people for it NOT to be true.

Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746802517039945488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-7367841245144982112007-05-02T18:44:00.000-07:002007-05-02T18:44:00.000-07:00

Our mailbox actually JUMPS OUT and hits the side of the SUV. So annoying.

In the Trenches of Mommyhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07257891014401157085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-58787854370965838842007-05-02T17:02:00.000-07:002007-05-02T17:02:00.000-07:00

We got new gutters a few years ago and damn if the downspout didn't leap from the corner of our house and squash itself on to my back bumper. <BR/><BR/>Ahem.<BR/><BR/>I mean I would never be so distracted as to actually back into the corner of our house.

BlondeMomBlog (Jamie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678207937709971411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-34449687648505119732007-05-02T15:53:00.000-07:002007-05-02T15:53:00.000-07:00

Oh! I totally did that with my old Buick Regal! And then I had random guys yelling at me in parking lots. "EY! LADY!! You want me to fix that for you? I can do a real good job."<BR/>Um, no, I've watched enough People's Court to know that's not how you get a bodywork qoute.

MdGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097934245121644565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-19380049757402790202007-05-02T13:31:00.000-07:002007-05-02T13:31:00.000-07:00

Its the curse of the minivan............<BR/><BR/>Can the aliens buy me a purse?

Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-70674854251183353322007-05-02T12:01:00.000-07:002007-05-02T12:01:00.000-07:00

I had a deer attack my rental Equinox.<BR/><BR/>Did the aliens insist on Coach or Dolce and Gabbana?

Christina_the_wenchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05598553041985465271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-73242466187057576572007-05-02T11:09:00.000-07:002007-05-02T11:09:00.000-07:00

Sneaky sneaky! <BR/><BR/>I hate it when inanimate objects attack my cars. And I am sticking to that story, too.

radical mamaradicalmother.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-46551246580580682002007-05-02T09:48:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:48:00.000-07:00

Seriously...men just don't get it..they exist in some bizarre parallel universe where this kind of shit doesn't happen. But we women know the truth!

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10369080434245513218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-88396159144171395092007-05-02T07:09:00.000-07:002007-05-02T07:09:00.000-07:00

I hate when that happens. Those damn yellow pillars are crafty.

Mrs. Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-1024059682676559772007-05-02T06:01:00.000-07:002007-05-02T06:01:00.000-07:00

My sister once hit a gas tank at gas station. She was in my car. She was trying to tell my insurance agent that it was the gas station's fault because of the way the gas island was set up. My insurance agent looked at her and said "Mam, it was a stationary object."

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