tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81339121209596280182011-07-30T22:35:28.880-07:00Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-71577384555404593662009-12-05T11:40:00.000-08:002009-12-05T11:43:01.866-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sxq3sxgg49I/AAAAAAAAABE/o1eSl-Owda8/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sxq3sxgg49I/AAAAAAAAABE/o1eSl-Owda8/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839882070909906" border="0" /></a><br />Two women:<br /><br />"I'm so glad they found each other."<br /><br />"Yeah, but they're going to make some ugly babies!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ross</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-7157738455540459366?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-80384080373488390522009-12-05T11:35:00.000-08:002009-12-05T11:40:39.534-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sxq298tn6tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2WWQgOC9aEI/s1600-h/Silicon-Breast-C.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sxq298tn6tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2WWQgOC9aEI/s320/Silicon-Breast-C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839077624834770" border="0" /></a><br />Two guys in the dairy aisle:<br /><br />"But I don't think her boobs are real."<br /><br />"Are they covered in skin?"<br /><br />"Yeah."<br /><br />"Then they're real enough for me."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fred Meyer</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-8038408037348839052?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-1283740043209009812009-12-05T11:28:00.000-08:002009-12-05T11:30:34.463-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sxq0ytVV1ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A-iu67Rmq90/s1600-h/dallas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sxq0ytVV1ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A-iu67Rmq90/s320/dallas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411836685494637970" border="0" /></a><br /><p>"The only problem with me moving to Dallas is that with all those Southern accents, I'll always think I'm talking to retards."</p> <p style="font-style: italic;">Subway</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-128374004320900981?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-54597434587942042032009-11-23T17:56:00.000-08:002009-11-23T17:59:05.213-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sws91TMgt9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tDufRKgKvU8/s1600/511321.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/Sws91TMgt9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tDufRKgKvU8/s320/511321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407483763483523026" border="0" /></a><br />"We were freezing, thank God for long underwear during that big storm.<br />We all had a pair, even the kids.<br />.......And luckily my father in law had a gas grill so we cooked a lot of stuff outside.<br />I am not used to cooking on a gas stove. I’ve never had gas. Well, not cooking gas, anyway."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Deals Only</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-5459743458794204203?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-67261276428626343382009-11-18T00:21:00.000-08:002009-11-18T00:24:10.484-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwOvIQAy3-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dutQ7X--EGk/s1600/Old+married+couple.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwOvIQAy3-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dutQ7X--EGk/s320/Old+married+couple.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405356534046842850" border="0" /></a><br />An obviously married couple:<br /><br />Lady: Honey, do you mind if we try the green one today?<br /><br />Man: Hmmm?<br /><br />Lady: The GREEN one. I know I usually get the red one, but what do you think?<br /><br />Man: About what?<br /><br />Lady: About getting the green one. Instead of red one. I mean, it's<br />different. Being green instead of red.<br /><br />Man: Good God Woman, I don't give a rip. Get 'em both if you want.<br />I can't tell the difference anyway.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Astoria Safeway.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-6726127642862634338?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-13626370603564351802009-11-16T15:42:00.000-08:002009-11-16T15:45:13.903-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwHj-n4kEfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iM8N4DmOzwI/s1600/redhead.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwHj-n4kEfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iM8N4DmOzwI/s320/redhead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404851692818928114" border="0" /></a><br />Boy: "Like, of all of the haircolors out there...red is definitely the most attractive."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Clatsop Community College Cafeteria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-1362637060356435180?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-53414579663021233752009-11-16T15:30:00.000-08:002009-11-16T15:40:59.068-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwHh8z2WmlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCSRaaBYyWI/s1600/4127610.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwHh8z2WmlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCSRaaBYyWI/s320/4127610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404849462647888466" border="0" /></a><br />A lunch conversation between two 18-year-old boys and two 18-year-old girls.<br /><br />Boy 1 - Hey, what about that Home Improvement show? Girl 1 - Huh, what's that?<br />Girl 2 - You know that show with the guy who was always peeking over the fence like some kinda perv....<br />Boy 1 - Yeah. You were always trying to see his face, but dude, you could never see his face.<br />Boy 2 - What a shitty role.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Clatsop Community College Cafeteria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-5341457966302123375?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133912120959628018.post-5430931883151871082009-11-15T20:27:00.000-08:002009-11-15T20:38:34.549-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwDXQ0RJ07I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vuqh3sRpgnI/s1600/FirstPlaceTrophy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pn1JSbXfRBA/SwDXQ0RJ07I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vuqh3sRpgnI/s320/FirstPlaceTrophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556236753064882" border="0" /></a><br />I wish I'd have written down all the bizarre things people have said around me in Astoria--like I wasn't even there! In the tradition of Seen and Heard in NYC and Seen and Heard in SF, welcome to Seen and Heard in Astoria! The blog where you can be a poster!<br /><br />If you hear something interesting, email us at astoriaseenandheard@gmail.com and we'll try to put you up. Include the LOCATION of the conversation, too, please!<br /><br />Thank you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133912120959628018-543093188315187108?l=seenandheardinastoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Seen and Heard in Astoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13336489149178558879noreply@blogger.com0