Comments:

friend - 2005-01-14 18:25:08
FRIEND! You are not supposed to make Hayley is dumb jokes in sad store-is-closed-now-we-have-no-job entries! I might have forgotten to tell you that rule though so I guess I'm not really mad. Also, I really love the last picture. The bars really help demonstrate the lovely warm feeling we had at the end of the last day.
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friend . . . (different friend) - 2005-01-15 15:36:18
FRIEND! You really got me with that last pic! It was lol quality. I wasn't fond of my pics since I didn't think I was in any of those pics when they were being taken ('cept for the posed one with Dotty & Hal-Y) and you know how I feel about the clowns, but at least they were tiny enough so I could step on them if I had to.
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frond (if i may borrow) - 2005-01-16 06:35:21
for some reason the thing that made me laugh the hardest was 'stormy, misty's foal'. also, the G allowed you to bring comics into the life of many. both we and marvel (vertigo?) have benefitted. you know, that was a good job as far as retail goes, sitting, eating, playing, reading comics, hearing about beth's bar days, but they really did owe you people who worked more than school breaks like myself. and, well, that stinks. but at least you didn't wake up at 40 a stockbroker. or an animal husbandry expert.
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shan-y - 2005-01-17 16:28:12
I'd just like to say that I made the mistake of looking at the clown picture in its full-sized horror. After wetting myself just a little I was finally able to minimize the picture. Thanks friend. That'll be sure to help with the nightmares. And on a side note about what one does when one gets fired from the G spot: I've watched almost an entire season of Alias in the last 24 hours. Again, thanks friend.
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al-y - 2005-01-17 19:41:31
Hello Friend, without a job, and without school I now dream 12 hours a night about being a secret agent. Good thing classes start tomorrow, or maybe not.
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Dottie & The Sheriff's Love Child - 2005-01-17 20:11:19
Remember that time that I worked at the G? No? Me neither. It was many a moons ago when Good One and I shared the same counter space. Before my attempts at being a Jersey girl, a nanny (still waiting for the call), and a "masseuse" at the Danish Health Club. Anyway, we had some good times (Pass the Pigs, dressup with tutus, getting reprimanded at meetings, and finding new and creative ways to lock each other in the bathroom while simultaneously scaring the living shit out of ourselves just to name a few.) But like all good things this one had to come to an end and so we will all move on to bigger and better things. In closing, I think my thoughts on my/our time at the G. would best be expressed in a song by the my man, Kenny Loggins: Even though we ain't got money I'm so in love with J___ C_______ Everything will bring a chain of love In the mornin' when I rise Bring a tear of joy to my eyes And tell me everything's gonna be all right... Alright gotta wrap this up cuz mom has a bag of onion rings calling my name and dad wants to look up some website about healthy penises. Go figure!
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friend (on a platform) - 2005-01-18 16:22:28
oh to the odd times at the wallakers. all the yummy treats, and all the bobs at the ranch, all the people dancing EVERYWHERE, oh the thrill of getting the RMCFSCBF domino, and the bears in bee cosutmes, and the wicked short security guard, she was my favorite security guard to disslike only becasue the antenna on her walkie talkie on her belt hit her armpit. that is gross.
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Friend with a Zodling - 2005-01-23 00:33:17
I think we all know what our favorite memory of Wallakers is: The G. WillKart, and more specifically, the one person we shant (shant!) forget- The one, the only TRASHLEY. Yes, Trashley was quite a site to behold, covered in enough makeup to hide Hoffa's remains in one of her pores. She was not merely a woman of beauty, however; She soon shared with us her unique perspective regarding "The Darkies." Some say it was the crumbs from my omnipresent fig newtons that drove her to hate blacks; others say it was caffine. Whatever the case, I'm sure that upon hearing about the closure of the G, this trailer-park princess put down her 40 oz of Bull Ice and shed a tear. Then she helped her man put his sheet on.
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