Bloglander

Humane treatment is not to be practised on animals only; something you and
your comrades fail to recognize. We can't wait for the day when our Karma
runs over your Dogma!

Sunday night pool league. Changed my life. Thank you. K

To all you groupon users (and any coupon for that matter) I can't believe
how cheap you all are. When you go to a restaurant and bring in a coupon
for half off and decide you will tip less than 10 percent of the discounted
bill it makes me sick. We bust our butts for you whether you pay the whole
bill or not. Us servers remember people who don't take care of us and I
promise you that the next time you come in your service will be horrible.
Maybe you don't realize servers only make min. wage and depend on their
tips to survive. Just in case you just didn't know, this will help you, on
a non discounted bill 15 to 20% is a decent tip, on a discounted bill 20 to
30 percent of the original bill is decent. Stop being cheap. Stay home if
you can't afford to go out.

Cheers, cheers, cheers to the black luxury vehicle on Upriver Drive Tuesday
morning that flashed their lights at me to let me know a cop was hiding
just ahead around the corner. Big sloppy wet kiss to you!

You've been my best friend for fifteen years. We've grown up together and
changed so much, and yet I wouldn't choose anyone else to take your place.
From rigging the neighborhood bake sales to making cookies to talking about
love and life, we've done it all. I can't wait to see what shape our lives
take, but I know they will always be connected in some way. Thank you for
everything. I love you and I will miss you. Quincey

You: tall, handsome, talented, clever, nerdy. One of my dearest friends.
Me: awkward, silly, and emotionally unavailable, but really, really
crushing on you. I promise, I'll ask you out once I realize I'm sane enough
to be in a relayshay with you. I hope you're single then. When you see me,
please, kiss me, so I don't have to be the brave one.

To the scumbag loser who stole the golf ball off of my grandson's
headstone, what kind of sub-human are you? That golf ball must have been as
important to you as it was to us. Really? I hope you choke on it and
anything else you steal. There's a special place in hell for dirtbags like
you.

Sarah-Sarah-Fo-Farah-Fee-Fy-Fo-Farah Congratulations, you're now one year
closer to being old. Happy one-nine birthday girl, we all heart you so much!

Jeers to the girl who works with my boyfriend. I have two words for
you, 'go home'.

Jeers to the consignment shop for not informing people of their return
policy - or lack there of. I never would have made my purchase had I known
I could not return it. Enjoy the money because it is the only purchase you
will ever get out of me.