tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post4719334981473479363..comments2023-07-02T06:06:15.988-04:00Comments on Polka dot Clovers: Shut Your Face, Princess.Britthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03954046604960045093noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-90459244965023891392012-02-10T15:48:58.951-05:002012-02-10T15:48:58.951-05:00OMG, this post mirrors the cries of my soul... I c...OMG, this post mirrors the cries of my soul... I can't stand it when people are so self-important that they are immune to the concept of volume control. My job has me within close proximity of a health care clinic waiting room, and I don't know what's worse: teeny bobbing flappy mouthed kids, or their MOTHERS. Holy shit. Those latte-riddled, usually freshly divorced, Forever 21 shopping assholes make me want to punch kittens. In the face. And that's horrible, because kittens are awesome and made of sweety-pie cotton candy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-28657643788781226792011-12-30T22:07:46.913-05:002011-12-30T22:07:46.913-05:00LOL! I hate teenagers. I hope to God I wasn'...LOL! I hate teenagers. I hope to God I wasn't like that when I was their age.<br /><br />I had a similar experience a while back. http://www.blogginit.com/2010/02/like-i-know-right/Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06184671994478795466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-71419184701555382282011-09-13T16:46:47.553-04:002011-09-13T16:46:47.553-04:00@Jaclyn I'm not sure what's worse, the dru...@<a href="#c4277637877877376805" rel="nofollow">Jaclyn</a> I'm not sure what's worse, the drunk whores, or your aunt-judgment to bring a bunch of pre-teens on the skankwagon ;)Britthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03954046604960045093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-26351375318403366472011-09-13T16:45:41.019-04:002011-09-13T16:45:41.019-04:00@agoraphobicheifers Amen. My favorite is when you ...@<a href="#c396933124007230033" rel="nofollow">agoraphobicheifers</a> Amen. My favorite is when you invite someone along who you haven't really gone out with, only to find out they are THAT person. My advice: Fill them with vodka, spin them around 3 times and run like fuck.Britthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03954046604960045093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-3969331240072300332011-09-13T01:23:34.386-04:002011-09-13T01:23:34.386-04:00I especially hate when you're with some friend...I especially hate when you're with some friends, and some stupid bitchwhore who is more like an acquaintance that invited herself out with you decides to be the dumbass attracting all the dirty looks because she's talking at maximum volume about her latest sex-capade. Or something equally inappropriate. Those idiots are annoying. And I refuse to be friends with people who bring me down like that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-42776378778773768052011-09-12T09:48:06.149-04:002011-09-12T09:48:06.149-04:00I took a couple of my nephews (ages 11, 13 and 15)...I took a couple of my nephews (ages 11, 13 and 15) to a baseball game and we were taking the late train home- the DRUNK train. And there were whores having loud, drunken conversations about sex and my nephews just kept giggling "did you hear her? She just said blow job!". I was like... yeah, I get it, you think it's sexy to be unclassy on a train and talk about bjs but shut the fuck up whore!Jaclynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02094950174828724338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922426971972792493.post-56132613963123340082011-09-10T20:30:06.286-04:002011-09-10T20:30:06.286-04:00LOOOLLLL!!!! :D post of the morning.
(y)LOOOLLLL!!!! :D post of the morning.<br /><br /><b>(y)</b>SGRMSE.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05196092150293294466noreply@blogger.com