tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913012189376950104.post5474204216162470084..comments2017-06-25T14:46:13.269-07:00Comments on Trina Likes Wine: The day the music died. The party music...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16433145976283675689noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913012189376950104.post-11911402758859939692012-01-11T12:58:04.230-08:002012-01-11T12:58:04.230-08:00Bastards!
There was a similar ice cream place in ...Bastards!<br /><br />There was a similar ice cream place in my hometown. But those fuckers would make you stand on your chair and sing to the restaurant before bringing out your food.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913012189376950104.post-74922719306285565692012-01-11T10:57:08.168-08:002012-01-11T10:57:08.168-08:00Hi Lisa! Thanks for stopping by! Wasn't Farr...Hi Lisa! Thanks for stopping by! Wasn't Farrell's the bomb? Loved! :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16433145976283675689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913012189376950104.post-15507413878155616462012-01-10T12:19:16.964-08:002012-01-10T12:19:16.964-08:00Last time I went to Farrell's was for my 16th ...Last time I went to Farrell's was for my 16th birthday (aka the Ice Age). My best friends (with the help of my mom) blindfolded me, dressed me up (I vaguely remember underwear on the outside of my pants and some head-gear) and after a drive by of my object of desire's house (still blindfolded), they led me in to Farrell's. Oh what a wonderful memory! Thanks for the post, I'm now smiling :-)Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08179561590031598297noreply@blogger.com