Tuesday
Apr052011
loopy to batshit in less than 12 hours
April 5, 2011 at 7:54 PM Aaaaaaaaaand, we've achieved total emotional meltdown. Fantastic.
I'd spend my life sucking dick for skittles if it meant I'd never have to encounter a certain group of women ever again.
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busy season
Reader Comments (6)
You ok, babe? I can send Skittles. Not a lifetime supply or anything, but a quick fix.
Women are the best people in the world. Women are the worst people in the world. It's very confusing when they're both, wrapped up in the same woman. How long would it take to get skittles from Shannon? Don't they have to come over on a big ship or something??
No Mama Pants - I can airmail those bad boys. Say the word, and I'll have the confusing purple-is-not-grape-it's-blackcurrant any time you want.
Holy shit-- is THAT what flavour the purples are?! That has been driving me fucking insane for YEARS!!!
Also, it drives me insane that the comment thing says "create post" instead of "comment." WTF is that about?
(This was brought up a long while ago, but I have never gone into my own comments section.)
I don't know what those cranky b*tches did to you, but I hope that today is a better day.
Women I like: You. Shannon. My friend J. My husband's sisters and his brother's wives. My Mom. My Mom-in-law. The women in my department, who are a rare, strange variety of cool. Your Mama Pants seems like a super gal. But that just about does it!
But you don't have to suck d*ck for Skittles, babe. Just pretend they don't exist. Or, convince yourself that every time you smile courteously at these particular d-bags, your smiles are code for "May beansprouts grow where your pubic hair lies and may you have eternal butt itch."