Happy 41st Wedding Anniversary, Parents. Also, my sister's Barfday is the day after tomorrow. Someone get her something for me, alright? I'm in no mood. What does she want? Also, I know none of you will ever read my story and that is okay. I won't go to any of your funerals so we're even, fuckbunches.
Also, pregnant lady at work had her baby last night. Congratulations to that baby for getting born out of pregnant lady at work. Good job!
November 3, 2007
Roundhouse Kicks and Groin Boing Boing, Razzamatazzzz!
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I read your story, but I didn't leave any feedback because I thought you'd call me a stupid fuckwad who doesn't know shit about shitholes, and I was feeling rather too delicate to tolerate that kind of abuse from the likes of you.
Happy celebrations to the celebrateures.
I would only say those things if you hated it and gave me a detailed account of your reasons for hating it or merely disliking it mostly. But comments like these come out of my passionate nature and five minutes later I would be glad for your feedback. And then in my head we would be friends again. That's why I've lost so many friends over the years.
I don't think I am smart enough to criticize you story or any small part of it.
That's why I've lost so many friends over the years.
What???? You aren't smart enough? Really? Since when? Since Polish got made, that's since when. Dumb Pollock.
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