tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post857399427253739456..comments2023-12-27T19:15:10.527-05:00Comments on THEY CALL ME SAUSAGE FINGERS: A History of Violence - no masSausagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-62857347031925046492017-04-06T04:56:03.198-04:002017-04-06T04:56:03.198-04:00You can earn $20 for each 20 minute survey!
Guess...<b>You can earn $20 for each 20 minute survey!</b><br /><br /><b>Guess what?</b> This is <b>exactly</b> what large companies are paying me for. They need to know what their customer base needs and wants. So big companies pay millions of dollars per month to the average person. In return, the average person, myself included, <b><a href="http://opinion-surveys.syntaxlinks.com/r/PaidSurveysAtHome" rel="nofollow">fills out surveys</a></b> and gives them their opinion.Bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07287821785570247118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-23055752117801355252013-10-25T15:00:29.045-04:002013-10-25T15:00:29.045-04:00Daisyfae, at least the alluring scent of lillacs i...Daisyfae, at least the alluring scent of lillacs is more gentle than the the rancid pong of a male locker room, I think the fruit of the loom guys died in there.<br />Cheers...<br />Sausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-78846513928406874472013-10-23T23:08:43.676-04:002013-10-23T23:08:43.676-04:00A rather riveting return! Glad i finally had some...A rather riveting return! Glad i finally had some time to dig in and read this. Several times, in fact. All we have is wha lies ahead - and how we navigate that territory should be built on where we've been. Oh, and don't ever underestimate the power of 'scent memory'. Certain scents send me on an emotional roller coaster - while other times i will catch a phantom scent of lilacs when there can't possibly be lilacs in range...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-59332358162002797582013-10-23T14:52:16.979-04:002013-10-23T14:52:16.979-04:00I thought I did but I will do it today.
Cheers..I thought I did but I will do it today.<br />Cheers..Sausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-8706724328767067682013-10-23T09:01:21.626-04:002013-10-23T09:01:21.626-04:00You have NOT emailed me your address yet.You have NOT emailed me your address yet.A Daft Scots Lasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01922985143036647579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-1009091708510518472013-10-21T09:46:49.278-04:002013-10-21T09:46:49.278-04:00Good tae see you my friend, after my return I look...Good tae see you my friend, after my return I looked up your blog and to my shock it was no longer there. Glad to have found you mate.<br />Cheers.Sausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-40887516157802924562013-10-19T13:20:59.544-04:002013-10-19T13:20:59.544-04:00Welcome back my friend. :¬)Welcome back my friend. :¬)maurcheenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03215471605629080153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-31862419008393046002013-10-19T07:45:18.350-04:002013-10-19T07:45:18.350-04:00Chef, the reminder of Celtic pride is permanently ...Chef, the reminder of Celtic pride is permanently inked as if my ham shank hosts would let me forget. Only the comfort of the weans and the strength and demeanor of the missus (Who is of our people) help the monster inside cope with the shuffle of daily life. <br />Cheers..,Sausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-80395131234941888092013-10-18T13:58:22.231-04:002013-10-18T13:58:22.231-04:00In order to move forward we all need to occasional...In order to move forward we all need to occasionally look back. It goes without saying. The bigger battle now begins inside of your head. A battle that is not contained within the rope of a ring or with the softness of a glove. In order to win you have to remember the feeling of what it was like to lose. I'm pretty sure you will manage that.<br /><br />Never forget where you are fae. Forget the shite of Hollywood, never will there be another country that can come close to the amount of grit we of Scotland carry around inside.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-65074145389601964462013-10-18T13:27:29.106-04:002013-10-18T13:27:29.106-04:00John Q. Public from now on, the weapons are gone a...John Q. Public from now on, the weapons are gone and the hands are too tired to do anything else other than open a bottle of wine. <br />Cheers...Sausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884499308648209099.post-71916306772104799082013-10-18T12:44:08.049-04:002013-10-18T12:44:08.049-04:00That's seriously gripping, man. Great read. Gl...That's seriously gripping, man. Great read. Glad you're back!Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.com