Searching "comments":
| # | Comment | Survey |
|---|---|---|
| 11 | that makes sense
| Are you a flirt? |
| 12 | i cant remember what i was going to say here | Can you remember your name sometimes? |
| 13 | well you'll have to go there.
can i have a quarter? | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 14 | ok, can i have a quarter then? | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 15 | thanks.
can i have 50 cents? | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 16 | i was thinking of those articles in the onion
like ask a wiccan priestess. but nobody has asked for any advice so i cant play. should've done it anonymous. i cant pull these off as myself. ahh, remember the good old days of heyzeus' anonymous surveys... | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 17 | i've never met him, so i really dont know. can i have a quarter? | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 18 | chaaaaaange
chaaaaaaaaaaaange... | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 19 | only the good ones, bill.
 i know there were some pretty crappy people attacking other people with anonymous surveys and remarks, but that's not my style. | Dear Billy The Bum |
| 20 | Well, its like this
a few weeks ago, i had an awful day out here. I wandered between 50th all the way up to 68th, a high class area, you know. but it was awful, cold and snowy, bitter like the people who passed by. nobody would give me change, nobody would look me in the eye. I had the worst take home in years, $3.37 was it for 4 hours of work. I took that to Denny Dean's Pub on 48th to get a beer, and even the bartender was an ass to me. He said'drink it and get out', wouldnt look me in the eye. so after my bud and shot of everclear, i headed to the can to take a piss. and then i looked in the mirror. well, guess what. there was this HUGE pile of frozen booger all over my beard. I must have sneezed and it froze there. it had been there all day, and nobody had the decency to say anything, they just looked away and mumbled something about 'I just gave my change to some guy on the other corner'. well, Kierkegaard is like that. a huge frozen booger on my beard, taunting me, denying me. a huge frozen booger. goethe...he's no frozen booger though. | Dear Billy The Bum |
