This is the eighth installment of anonymous snippets from emails I've received. Click on the label at the end of this post to read the others. Or not. If you recognize your line and want to out yourself, go ahead. Or not.
I've been trying not to go on blogs at work at the moment just in case I get fired one day, they can't use my blogging as an excuse.
I was just at an indoor play-place with my wife and kids and none other than Britney Spears was there with her brood.
I love shoving you up things!
But if you're fucked up and depressed...it's those pills. They are so insidious. First they make you feel so good. Then they ruin your life. Typical relationship.
Some guy my husband works with was stopped for speeding the other day on his way to work. While the officer was talking to him, the car’s engine died. The cop asked "What's wrong with your car". The guy answered "It ran out of gas". The cop said "Well, you can go then." So the guy walked the rest of the way to work.
You have always done me the courtesy of telling me personally to fuck off as the need arises.
Can my love be bought so cheaply? Why yes it can.
We are broke right now.
Never mind that I had the shit beat out of me everyday when I was a kid for as long as I could remember. I died during child growth.
I adore your titanium ass and the thong you wrap it in.
How many personalities can he have?
I can cross the street without fear of being run over by a car.
Now I'll have to be an adult. Doesn't that suck?
I have never been able to stand that guy- never even read him- he’s just creepy to me.
Did he show you what shoes he was wearing? Because a quick unbraid of the pigtails and we have DOROTHY! ding, ding, ding.
I should have worked for the FBI.
End of Mailbag
I've been trying not to go on blogs at work at the moment just in case I get fired one day, they can't use my blogging as an excuse.
I was just at an indoor play-place with my wife and kids and none other than Britney Spears was there with her brood.
I love shoving you up things!
But if you're fucked up and depressed...it's those pills. They are so insidious. First they make you feel so good. Then they ruin your life. Typical relationship.
Some guy my husband works with was stopped for speeding the other day on his way to work. While the officer was talking to him, the car’s engine died. The cop asked "What's wrong with your car". The guy answered "It ran out of gas". The cop said "Well, you can go then." So the guy walked the rest of the way to work.
You have always done me the courtesy of telling me personally to fuck off as the need arises.
Can my love be bought so cheaply? Why yes it can.
We are broke right now.
Never mind that I had the shit beat out of me everyday when I was a kid for as long as I could remember. I died during child growth.
I adore your titanium ass and the thong you wrap it in.
How many personalities can he have?
I can cross the street without fear of being run over by a car.
Now I'll have to be an adult. Doesn't that suck?
I have never been able to stand that guy- never even read him- he’s just creepy to me.
Did he show you what shoes he was wearing? Because a quick unbraid of the pigtails and we have DOROTHY! ding, ding, ding.
I should have worked for the FBI.
End of Mailbag
