tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post2247855953761800322..comments2023-11-02T02:39:31.982-06:00Comments on What will I ever do with my life?: Whodunit?Extranjerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972708570414496825noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-884076031761154552009-10-09T18:33:25.246-05:002009-10-09T18:33:25.246-05:00What about drunk Extranjera? Do you think she coul...What about drunk Extranjera? Do you think she could have done it? She does often forget things, you know from the wine and all. <br /><br />What id drunk Extranjera ran out of wine a decided to pop a bottle of champagne when something went horrible wrong and the cork went through the neighbor's window. <br /><br />Shouldn't rule that out as a possibility.Optimistic Pessimisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03629722877426063916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-79040180796472762642009-10-08T21:32:27.635-05:002009-10-08T21:32:27.635-05:00Having been away on another case, I'm sure the...Having been away on another case, I'm sure there are details here I'm unaware of. For instance, is there an army instalation nearby, practicing their sniper skills? Another possibility, you were doing your yoga meditation in an upstairs room, facing the rising sun (which happens to be behind your neighbor's house). As you released that rather complicated pretzel pose, your foot caught the corner of the table, which tipped, causing the wine bottle from last night to roll toward the edge, where you tried to catch it, but the cork was already loose and caught on the edge of that mosaic statue, pulling it from the bottle, where it bounced on the window sill and out the window. Of course, it wouldn't have traveled across the area between houses and broken that window if it hadn't slid down the awning, bounced off the mini-trampoline the little old lady used for morning exercise, and hit the window "just right." (It was old glass, already cracked). I'm sure you have it on security tape. Good luck getting that red wine out of your oriental rug!Sandy K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05003099025600945272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-77082085680809500052009-10-08T20:25:11.544-05:002009-10-08T20:25:11.544-05:00CIA is probably behind it. They usually are. Some ...CIA is probably behind it. They usually are. Some regime/dictator is being propped up by whoever shot at your neighbors window. CIA....they're everywhere!Lindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00979636108322559350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-86742882297301687782009-10-08T19:27:37.591-05:002009-10-08T19:27:37.591-05:00It was totally you with a potato gun. Don't li...It was totally you with a potato gun. Don't lie.Cwybrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03496964785825887590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-43479501650462432982009-10-08T17:00:57.331-05:002009-10-08T17:00:57.331-05:00I bet it was that other personality of yours that ...I bet it was that other personality of yours that hasn't introduced herself to you yet. LOL.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00837520014798364458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-74972408651693806472009-10-08T10:38:45.303-05:002009-10-08T10:38:45.303-05:00I blame the Communists! They poisoned the water, c...I blame the Communists! They poisoned the water, causing the Britney doppelgangers to gyrate too ferociously which unleashed a tornado, which offset the crazy guy with the air rifle (who was previously aiming for JFK) to shoot a wayward pigeon who went careening into the window. The nick was actually caused by his little Prince Albert piercing (which does not resemble a half-masticated alien pustule).<br /><br />It's elementary.Tayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11315920439388651303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-24527976916862119072009-10-08T07:45:49.612-05:002009-10-08T07:45:49.612-05:00I'm going with the power of thought.I'm going with the power of thought.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-40358353111690022572009-10-08T06:55:43.365-05:002009-10-08T06:55:43.365-05:00I bet it was one of those girls re-enacting a Brit...I bet it was one of those girls re-enacting a Britney meltdown, perhaps the one with the umbrella. But they didn't have an umbrella, only a BB gun (Daddy's?). The gun bounced off the hip and hit neighbor's window.<br /><br />Voila.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12734080585926053268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35932602.post-34930441268004236522009-10-08T05:57:18.351-05:002009-10-08T05:57:18.351-05:00Obviously it was Colonel Mustard in the library wi...Obviously it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the cnadlestick....Either that, or it was Extanjara in the guest room with her attack parrots! (the bird on the far left looks veerrry shifty!)MYSUESTORIEShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16716640263579647772noreply@blogger.com