tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127904729357175985.post4918283301470189678..comments2009-05-13T21:18:26.060-04:00MattChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18220618069311542361noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127904729357175985.post-81906207085607196592009-05-13T21:18:00.001-04:002009-05-13T21:18:00.001-04:00OR! ...... maybe it's where Karl Rove hangs out before or after he does whatever he does now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127904729357175985.post-29897971686096305482009-05-13T21:18:00.000-04:002009-05-13T21:18:00.000-04:00OR! ...... maybe it's where Karl Rove hangs out before or after he does whatever he does now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127904729357175985.post-26146378496883022002009-05-13T21:16:00.000-04:002009-05-13T21:16:00.000-04:00Yeah - I have an idea: Stake out the locale and get the answer to the riddle. Complete with surveillance gear - camera, black ski mask, and a cheesesteak to pass the time. Deal? O.K. Beats playing poker via some makeshift internet setup.<br />- DorfAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3127904729357175985.post-6686197732369966602009-04-25T14:06:00.000-04:002009-04-25T14:06:00.000-04:00I think that there's a race of drunken mole-people living in the sewer below your street. When they're done with their mole-people-brand Vodka (hence your never hearing of it before), they thrust their trash UPWARDS, onto the streets above.Isaachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04147112973530695981noreply@blogger.com