tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post8551077644815631842..comments2024-03-04T14:38:57.615-05:00Comments on Live from Waterloo: Embarrassing moments - #23Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518586278759253084noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-30850551355848901642010-06-04T06:45:13.000-04:002010-06-04T06:45:13.000-04:00Gracias a todos por sus palabras de aliento. Jorge...Gracias a todos por sus palabras de aliento. <b>Jorge</b>, era pipi, no lo que sigue. No me hagas explicar por qué no puedo hacer parado, ya bastante tuve con caerme de jeta contra el inodoro y romperlo!Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01226955076385591763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-40596410505746835802010-06-04T06:38:31.000-04:002010-06-04T06:38:31.000-04:00sin palabras... no puedo respirar...sin palabras... no puedo respirar...Necochinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16358348205855479988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-70890469248845011882010-06-04T06:34:03.000-04:002010-06-04T06:34:03.000-04:00Fafa, no fue pipi, fue lo que sigue.Fafa, no fue pipi, fue lo que sigue.JorMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15890203847184007238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-62749867082609344642010-06-04T06:31:12.000-04:002010-06-04T06:31:12.000-04:00Gabriel, yo también me reí pero que feo debe ser s...Gabriel, yo también me reí pero que feo debe ser sentir dolor al levantarse.Lorenahttp://alifetype.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-82552329610755823452010-06-04T06:29:59.000-04:002010-06-04T06:29:59.000-04:00Le hubieras dicho: "Discúlpeme, troesma, algu...Le hubieras dicho: "Discúlpeme, troesma, alguien rompió la tabla acolchada del excusado"... es decir... "Excuseme, chertea, somebody broken the acolchating teibul of de pipiroom"el fafahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14936320236175688152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-81940380063970089242010-06-04T06:23:03.000-04:002010-06-04T06:23:03.000-04:00Yo no te dejo entrar mas. Buscate un arbolito.Yo no te dejo entrar mas. Buscate un arbolito.JorMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15890203847184007238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-82999175367837229082010-06-04T05:42:16.000-04:002010-06-04T05:42:16.000-04:00Well, I had to tell them, Biddie. I wanted to be a...Well, I had to tell them, <b>Biddie</b>. I wanted to be able to... er... use that toilet again! :-)<br><br><b>Shannon</b>, don't feel sorry, I can laugh about it too. I did then as well.Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01226955076385591763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-42987139896601678562010-06-03T23:15:23.000-04:002010-06-03T23:15:23.000-04:00That is terrible. I laughed, sorry.That is terrible. I laughed, sorry.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110115324050851439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29401367.post-3857791367002840722010-06-03T20:45:37.000-04:002010-06-03T20:45:37.000-04:00Oh, that is bad..I don't think that I would ha...Oh, that is bad..I don't think that I would have had the guts to tell the people at the front desk. I think that I would have left a note after I checked out. <br> Shawn often has the same problems with his legs and has difficulty getting in and out of a car. <br> I have never noticed a limp, btw :)Biddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745873261311850810noreply@blogger.com