tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post511512603842209741..comments2023-10-02T09:49:52.837-04:00Comments on Bridget Callahan is Your Best Friend: The Fairytale of Hoboken Part 1: Massacre by the StreetlightsBridget Callahanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06729980008876962813noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-16729876447475763462011-01-09T14:20:11.017-05:002011-01-09T14:20:11.017-05:00I love the stories you weave with your pictures.
...I love the stories you weave with your pictures.<br /><br />Love!A Vapid Blondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12979004194985896542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-27759188500558023672011-01-08T11:35:55.614-05:002011-01-08T11:35:55.614-05:00Hi Bridget Callahan, this was great!Hi Bridget Callahan, this was great!cickensconsiglierehttp://www.rhodeislandread.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-69999595224090145232011-01-06T14:22:09.818-05:002011-01-06T14:22:09.818-05:00Miss B - you need to speak to Erin, who's some...Miss B - you need to speak to Erin, who's somewhere around here. She's addicted to salted licorice. <br />Also, we should never be neighbors, unfortunately, because I believe in the absolute necessity of amateur fireworks to my health.Bridget Callahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729980008876962813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-78994824111526734222011-01-05T20:34:47.189-05:002011-01-05T20:34:47.189-05:00Loud noises make me very unhappy, and amateur fire...Loud noises make me very unhappy, and amateur fireworks terrify me. I can only even watch 4th of July non-amateur fireworks from a very significant distance. *shudder*<br /><br />I also, however, really want some tiny licorice farm animals, please. (And, in terms of the chocolate flavor -- I actually recently had some dark chocolate-covered hard salty licorice that I brought back from Iceland -- it was Icelandic Mystery Candy; I really didn't know what it was until I had one -- and it was shockingly good. But not shaped like tiny animals. And not in a tin.<br /><br />p.s. Happy 2011, doll.Miss Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01744092247386617803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-49354905234592501882011-01-05T15:20:39.813-05:002011-01-05T15:20:39.813-05:00That's why we never invite the licorice cows t...That's why we never invite the licorice cows to our parties. It always ends up in hurt feelings, and sticky teeth.Tom G.http://20prospect.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-4189718278089845732011-01-05T12:41:03.339-05:002011-01-05T12:41:03.339-05:00Tiny things and tins are always adorable. And if t...Tiny things and tins are always adorable. And if the cows hadn't been 12 years old and flavored chocolate licorice, they might have been too.<br /><br />But other than the ones on top of someone's fridge in New Jersey, I don't know.Bridget Callahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729980008876962813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-88101275803659369502011-01-05T12:15:36.865-05:002011-01-05T12:15:36.865-05:00stale or no, i'd seriously like to know where ...stale or no, i'd seriously like to know where i can get some tiny licorice cows that come in a tin. i don't even like licorice but i like tiny things and i like tins.steffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12873226731420317262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-90645895507198868332011-01-05T09:25:48.892-05:002011-01-05T09:25:48.892-05:00I don't think I could ever not live in a city,...I don't think I could ever not live in a city, because the illegal fireworks are my favorite part of any holiday.Bridget Callahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729980008876962813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-21142222750724098522011-01-05T09:05:38.917-05:002011-01-05T09:05:38.917-05:00I used to love blowing up bombs with the Italians....I used to love blowing up bombs with the Italians. Now I have a new dog though, and he is very anxious about explosions and such so while the Italians were busy blowing stuff up all night to celebrate the beginning of everything new I was busy stuffing chicken treats into the poor dear's mouth to calm his fears. 5 days later his stomach is still gurgling from the excess and I find I really don't miss the black powder residue on my fingers. Oh well. BTW I love the photo of the ceiling light fixture - dramatic and lovely.Jonah Gibsonhttp://daysoflivingaimlessly.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-41209414055378567822011-01-04T20:51:26.196-05:002011-01-04T20:51:26.196-05:00Shows you have no faith in me is what it shows. Ge...Shows you have no faith in me is what it shows. Geez.<br /><br />Also they were gross. You should tell that boy to stop hoarding gross candies and dried out pastries.Bridget Callahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729980008876962813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077624495684601002.post-84220534529399675272011-01-04T20:48:59.782-05:002011-01-04T20:48:59.782-05:00Wow. And I thought the cows were just gross. Sho...Wow. And I thought the cows were just gross. Show what I know.Elly Louhttp://www.bugginword.comnoreply@blogger.com