I am taking a brief blog moment, to inform you,
I no longer like you.
I no longer desire to be your friend.
If there was a 'Dislike' button on your blog, I would click it 3 separate times in a day. Maybe 4. Possibly 5.
I shall never vacation with you again.
That is... if we were ever invited back.
Holla Back Sweetbreads and Warhol!
I still find your children adorable, yet Tink will no longer be allowed to play with your girls, as I would feel guilty if Punkin and Shortcake repeated back the swear words I had maliciously spewed about their mother.
Your smile is like bug repellent.
Your laughter is repugnant.
In closing.
I do not care for you. I feel contempt for your presence in my family. I loathe the very idea of you. You are an abomination on my existence.
Sincerely-
Tru Stories.
PS:
In related news....
Yesterday, I registered for the 5:00pm Heat,
of the Warrior Race.
Hate.
10 comments:
1. You have a real way with words. A smile like bug repellent? A repugnant laughter? That's funny stuff right there.
2. If you stop to think about this for a brief moment, you actually have no one to blame but yourself. I was happily living my sedentary lifestyle until about a year ago when you shattered my lazy world with the idea of running a 5 mile race.
3. The fact that you have entered the Warrior Dash has turned an otherwise tedious and somewhat frustrating day into one filled with rainbows and smiles.
4. I now know just how far you will go for blog material. AND I HEART THAT FOR REALZ.
Holla for soms waks n baks
It really has to be for Blog Material. Or extreme weakness under peer pressure. Because even now, with the Dash more than 6 months away... I feel like vomiting. Honestly.
all i wanted to see when i clicked on comments was two
sweetbreads says:
holla
warhol says
holla
that would've been hilarious, way to drop the ball guys
I'm with Munchkin.......you two suck
Fine. Holla. I almost did yesterday, but then realized that I was 'hollering' to the fact that I am a trainwreck. :)
I Holla that!
Sweetbreads:
We REALLY love to hang out with Trainwrecks... just ask Munchkin.
They keep us happy.
there's no such thing as bad press bitches
I was going to sign up for the dash myself. Apparently, life had other plans for me and I will have to wait it out. Good luck! Let me know how it goes.
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