tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post1498835050127181931..comments2024-03-27T10:15:26.060-05:00Comments on Scratching to Escape: LaryngitisJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-39695837214416829492012-01-17T12:20:30.008-06:002012-01-17T12:20:30.008-06:00The rough voice is kind of neat, but when I saw al...The rough voice is kind of neat, but when I saw all the white spots on my tonsils, I was a little freaked out. A half water and half peroxide gargle solved that problem.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-65896102990172701202012-01-17T12:18:40.190-06:002012-01-17T12:18:40.190-06:00Mil MascarasMil MascarasJesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-2272861379710592002012-01-17T09:19:43.267-06:002012-01-17T09:19:43.267-06:00Bruno SammartinoBruno SammartinoSpartacushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17397175745730494835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-46081336530906686352012-01-17T08:01:39.083-06:002012-01-17T08:01:39.083-06:00I vaguely remember those names, but I for sure rem...I vaguely remember those names, but I for sure remember Bulldog Bob Brown. Andre the Giant plus retinue were supposedly snowed in the local cafe in Kalvesta for a few days in the seventies, and about ate 'em out of supplies.Jeffrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06873138122305060834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-16549477338473435412012-01-17T06:43:13.781-06:002012-01-17T06:43:13.781-06:00I love having laryngitis, it gives me an excuse no...I love having laryngitis, it gives me an excuse not to have to make small talk with chatty GenPop. <br />I kind of remember the name Ivan Putsky. And I invented mud, by the way.LeeAnnhttp://lookababywolf.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-5082280892659351632012-01-17T06:00:18.260-06:002012-01-17T06:00:18.260-06:00I remember Mom Mabley. For awhile, I think I sound...I remember Mom Mabley. For awhile, I think I sounded like her, too.<br /><br />I don't remember Bobo Brazil, although my wrestling watching was pretty limited. <br /><br />Two of my brothers were fascinated by electronics, so they fiddled around with different antennaes, added a linear amplifier and boosted the really poor signal from a UHF channel in Houston. We'd watch "Houston Wrestling", which we weren't particularly fond of, but it was cool to be able to watch, since it was out of Houston. <br /><br />Sometimes, the picture would be clear and when an FM station started broadcasting Don Kirshner's "Rock Concert", it was more than cool. <br /><br />Considering the technology available today, our efforts were almost Stone Age. Cable, satellite and the internet have brought just about anything anyone would want to watch to big screen televisions in digital stereo.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-6824745044433164372012-01-16T21:50:36.130-06:002012-01-16T21:50:36.130-06:00Bobo Brazil..Bobo Brazil..Ed Bonderenkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03724552853113809036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-391026052555134300.post-33090816493746058122012-01-16T21:28:40.757-06:002012-01-16T21:28:40.757-06:00Those names don't ring a bell. But I'm pr...Those names don't ring a bell. But I'm pretty sure I was sounding like Moms Mabley two days ago. Remember her?Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03121530659338322937noreply@blogger.com