tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25922463.post6171085637781347740..comments2024-03-28T16:44:05.806-07:00Comments on GORILLAS DON'T BLOG: The Barf Ride, August 1961Major Pepperidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09843598326995116014noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25922463.post-9828999909361235402007-10-29T12:30:00.000-07:002007-10-29T12:30:00.000-07:00Oh, I can remember them spinning. With my 2 cousi...Oh, I can remember them spinning. With my 2 cousins in the cup, everything became a blur. Until one day I found out that I could no longer tolerate the motion. Seems like I must have spent an hour or two on a nearby bench recovering.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25922463.post-30834264388313224842007-10-29T10:45:00.000-07:002007-10-29T10:45:00.000-07:00I rode them oce at WDW. Not again until my kids wa...I rode them oce at WDW. Not again until my kids want to.<BR/><BR/>It is hard to imagine being stuck out in the sun all day--spinning and spinning and spinning...<BR/><BR/>Protein spill!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11023449275486420957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25922463.post-22731402575358966662007-10-29T05:51:00.000-07:002007-10-29T05:51:00.000-07:00I could never ride the teacups, they always make m...I could never ride the teacups, they always make me feel sick!Matterhorn1959https://www.blogger.com/profile/07140583153080149244noreply@blogger.com