Comments on: 30 Tall Tales #2: Inka’s Icelandic Insanity. http://www.davepye.com/2004/08/30-tall-tales-2-inkas-icelandic-insanity/ Leveraging low-hanging synergies outside the vertical fruit box since 1999. Mon, 08 Mar 2010 01:28:06 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2004/08/30-tall-tales-2-inkas-icelandic-insanity/comment-page-1/#comment-426 Anonymous Tue, 09 Nov 2004 19:09:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=30#comment-426 That is one of the best stories I have heard in a long time. I refused to listen to any of the recordings prior to reading the entire story. Good thing I did, wouldn't have been able to finish. INKA is terrifying and I pray that I do not get stuck at an after hours get together with that chick. <br />Doyle That is one of the best stories I have heard in a long time. I refused to listen to any of the recordings prior to reading the entire story. Good thing I did, wouldn’t have been able to finish. INKA is terrifying and I pray that I do not get stuck at an after hours get together with that chick.
Doyle

]]> By: Monster http://www.davepye.com/2004/08/30-tall-tales-2-inkas-icelandic-insanity/comment-page-1/#comment-136 Monster Wed, 11 Aug 2004 02:33:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=30#comment-136 No doubt you did the deed Pye... I guarantee it wasn't her moaning, but yours that was echoing through the hallway. in any event it sounds like a typical run in with icelandic pleasure. No doubt you did the deed Pye… I guarantee it wasn’t her moaning, but yours that was echoing through the hallway. in any event it sounds like a typical run in with icelandic pleasure.

]]> By: Hubs http://www.davepye.com/2004/08/30-tall-tales-2-inkas-icelandic-insanity/comment-page-1/#comment-131 Hubs Tue, 10 Aug 2004 14:39:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=30#comment-131 I don't believe it, either. Everyone knows that this is Dave's usual wooing ritual: Pick up girl in karaoke bar. Bring her home for tequila and yelling. Make her drink some pee. And then ... the magic happens. I don’t believe it, either. Everyone knows that this is Dave’s usual wooing ritual: Pick up girl in karaoke bar. Bring her home for tequila and yelling. Make her drink some pee. And then … the magic happens.

]]> By: Dave Pye http://www.davepye.com/2004/08/30-tall-tales-2-inkas-icelandic-insanity/comment-page-1/#comment-130 Dave Pye Tue, 10 Aug 2004 09:45:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=30#comment-130 Never touched her, JJV. Swear to God. I don't see how unprovoked moaning is such a stretch after all the other stuff that went on in that house that night. I seem to remember her being topless in your room at one point. You saw more of that whackadoo's nudiness than I ever did. Never touched her, JJV. Swear to God. I don’t see how unprovoked moaning is such a stretch after all the other stuff that went on in that house that night. I seem to remember her being topless in your room at one point. You saw more of that whackadoo’s nudiness than I ever did.

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2004/08/30-tall-tales-2-inkas-icelandic-insanity/comment-page-1/#comment-128 Anonymous Tue, 10 Aug 2004 03:55:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=30#comment-128 yikes!<br /><br />She was moaning with your back to her?<br />I don't think any of your blogger buddies are buying that. <br />Lets be honest, back then Inka was fair game Davey<br />That dude (Inka's husband) basically opened the door without breaking stride turned to the couch where he got busy with the his eight-hole work boots.<br />He thought it was go time. I can't remember why it wasn't. <br />Hey Nick, why didn't we fertilize the family housing lawn with that guy? <br />Is it possible that I had a place in my heart for some fool who crossed an ocean with Inka and her spawn to put himself through school only to find this mess at his front door?<br />Hey Nick how is the malt treatin ya? <br />Let me guess its all high school girls and HA coke debt these days.<br />jokes... Back to Inka<br />Forget about trying to wash garlic off your hands eh?<br />I can see the memory still haunts you.<br />Do you wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, with the memory of Inka trying to smother you with her family-size calamari fresh in your mind? <br />You can still smell her can't you? <br />I bet the current residents of that little house on Cathcart St still get the occassional waft of the night the Big D and Inka smelled up the sheets.<br /><br />Inka is a great story I completely forgot about.<br /><br />JV yikes!

She was moaning with your back to her?
I don’t think any of your blogger buddies are buying that.
Lets be honest, back then Inka was fair game Davey
That dude (Inka’s husband) basically opened the door without breaking stride turned to the couch where he got busy with the his eight-hole work boots.
He thought it was go time. I can’t remember why it wasn’t.
Hey Nick, why didn’t we fertilize the family housing lawn with that guy?
Is it possible that I had a place in my heart for some fool who crossed an ocean with Inka and her spawn to put himself through school only to find this mess at his front door?
Hey Nick how is the malt treatin ya?
Let me guess its all high school girls and HA coke debt these days.
jokes… Back to Inka
Forget about trying to wash garlic off your hands eh?
I can see the memory still haunts you.
Do you wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, with the memory of Inka trying to smother you with her family-size calamari fresh in your mind?
You can still smell her can’t you?
I bet the current residents of that little house on Cathcart St still get the occassional waft of the night the Big D and Inka smelled up the sheets.

Inka is a great story I completely forgot about.

JV

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