tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795973.post115348596215520052..comments2023-06-15T00:57:38.989-07:00Comments on Grim Richard's Irregulars: The Days of Poop and NosesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795973.post-1154004058184836042006-07-27T05:40:00.000-07:002006-07-27T05:40:00.000-07:00Hmmmm. Almost touch. I forgot about that one.Hmmmm. Almost touch. I forgot about that one.Grim Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09646875068884096217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795973.post-1153787753821793632006-07-24T17:35:00.000-07:002006-07-24T17:35:00.000-07:00I would stare at the drivers of the cars behind an...I would stare at the drivers of the cars behind and to the side of us unblinking until they either sped away or slowed down to escape my unwavering eyes. Often I would do so by just having the top of my head and eyes over the back of the seat. Other than that a game of almost touch is always fun with your backseat cellmate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795973.post-1153681651998594402006-07-23T12:07:00.000-07:002006-07-23T12:07:00.000-07:00Kids lead such involved lives. Sometimes I forget ...Kids lead such involved lives. Sometimes I forget just how oddly detailed an unfettered mind can be.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I never would have thought to smear Cheetos on the seatbelt.Den, of Earthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05771407562923712614noreply@blogger.com