Hec, I'm so glad she is being less of a total pus-bucket assmarmot at the moment, but that doesn't get her off my Notice Board. She is just exactly thisclose to the Dead To Me Board. Reasonable now, great, but she's twisted you through so many agonizing wringers over the last year. I'm not feeling overly generous with the slack-cutting.
Heh. Assmarmot. Now there's a coinage.
And yes, I concur that her annual batting average on twisted gut wringers is way too high for any slack cutting. Leave her On Notice.
She will be gone for the last week of the year!
Yo - JZ, I want in on that letter...
Sadly, assmarmot is not mine. I found it on Table Talk this morning.
Leave her On Notice.
::arches eyebrow, stabs index finger accusingly::
Pus-bucket McAssmarmot, you're On Notice! Right behind the bears.
Researchers have discovered a new drug that raises the level of endocannabinoids--the 'brain's own cannabis'--providing anti-depressant effects. The new research published in this week's Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (PNAS), suggests the new drug, called URB597, could represent a safer alternative to cannabis for the treatment of pain and depression, and open the door to new and improved treatments for clinical depression
Now we know why zombies eat brains. It gets them stoned.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Sweet braiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins.
This is most excellent news.
that doesn't get her off my Notice Board. She is just exactly thisclose to the Dead To Me Board.
The two boards in question are the most useful thing ever.
Brains, whoa.
Cash, the more details you get from your cousin, the more I'm thrilled for a safe baby and mom and READY TO UNLEASH TEH FLAMING FIST OF DEATH on the assmarmots at the podunk hospital.
Cash, the more details you get from your cousin, the more I'm thrilled for a safe baby and mom and READY TO UNLEASH TEH FLAMING FIST OF DEATH on the assmarmots at the podunk hospital.
Yep. Me, too. I just wish I'd said
assmarmots
before amy, if not before JZ.
I had to write my note in baying-at-the-moon language, because my husband's boss is not of this world. I forget that there are other, evil bosses, who are of this world.
A while back (I think before we moved, so over two years ago), I had a dream that he was in my (old) kitchen, sitting with us at the table. In my dream, I stood up, pounded my fist on the table, and said, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, [bosshat's first name]." I've never even met bosshat, but that does not diminish my ire.
