tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039733351133043001.post1670674890860382124..comments2022-02-26T08:58:41.550-08:00Comments on My Public Education: (7) Mrs. Prentiss' Penis Problem, Part 2Sabine da Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048016738767741058noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039733351133043001.post-88641895663796852152010-04-27T19:55:08.866-07:002010-04-27T19:55:08.866-07:00I didn't think that anything couldn't! (My...I didn't think that anything <i>couldn't</i>! (My gender must be apparent by now.)K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10222703055177237209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039733351133043001.post-53839001309194744702010-04-27T15:46:25.838-07:002010-04-27T15:46:25.838-07:00@Laurie. That's a great story. It's good t...@Laurie. That's a great story. It's good to hear that they lead a happy and fulfilling life, at least for a while.Sabine da Silvahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048016738767741058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039733351133043001.post-1649676637754931662010-04-27T15:08:22.033-07:002010-04-27T15:08:22.033-07:00My sister went through a hippie phase. She had pig...My sister went through a hippie phase. She had pigs, and a baby girl. The girl was taught to call the pigs Bacon and Pork Chop so she would not think of them as friends or pets. Bacon and Pork Chop were quite tasty. And no problems with getting some since they were a lovely couple.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913240698925025195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039733351133043001.post-77900732591527966402010-04-23T19:46:56.873-07:002010-04-23T19:46:56.873-07:00I wish I had the kind of imagination where I could...I wish I had the kind of imagination where I could make this stuff up!Sabine da Silvahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048016738767741058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039733351133043001.post-86069900678948384742010-04-23T19:14:40.592-07:002010-04-23T19:14:40.592-07:00This is a pretty darn funny anecdote. I can't...This is a pretty darn funny anecdote. I can't imagine this conversation taking place in my faculty dining room!<br /><br />And good point about the pig -- where does a pet pig go to get some?Dianne K. Salernihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16459839567235304842noreply@blogger.com