Fortune cookies know everything.
I just watched the second episode of
Viva Blackpool.
I am enthralled, bbut I have no idea if I like it. but I just don't get the detective.
How long oies he think he can keep the secret from the wife?
but I like him. I know that much .
Dude, I'm burning this fucking fortune cookie on my next smoke break.
Dude, I'm burning this fucking fortune cookie on my next smoke break.
I'm having a disturbing vision of shrift snarling fiercely and covering it with tiny cigarette burns, muttering, "You wanna lecture me, cookie? I got your patience
right here,
fucko!"
I think that's the proper response.
I just got an email from someone who wanted my phone number so she could yell at me. HA HA HA.
Give her GWB's phone number, Jesse.
I've just remembered a third reason I might faint. The whole not eating thing.
Know what suck? Vicious FUCKING circles. Or cycles. Or both. Whatever.
Why, JZ, it's like you know me!
She told you this?
I'm waiting for a response from someone. And I need it today, because stuff is on the calendar for tomorrow that needs to be pulled if something is indeed wrong.
Of course....silence.
I have sent my e-mail out. There might have been some quietly maniacal laughter.
Now I go have celebratory pancakes. There may also be bacon.
I just got an email from someone who wanted my phone number so she could yell at me. HA HA HA.
This is why I took my phone number of my email sig.