Yeah, but we could get you spring-shoes just to shake things up and keep the bad guys on their toes.
"Okay, The Bastard is gonna go for up--WHAT THE HELL?! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!"
And then you could curse them with empathy towards small furry animals while I curse them with their genitals being eaten by snakes that salivate acid.
You can relax now folks. The world is in good hands.
I LOVE this plan.
I've got to run to work now, but while I'm trying to listen empathetically to my clients, all I'll be thinking about is where our secret lair will be located...whether or not I get a sidecar on the Bastardbike and which level of government we will secretly liaise to.
I may have to offer refunds today.
Do you know any Buffistas who practice voodoo?
she just found out he emptied their joint account.
Wow, what a lowlife. And, while not a practitioner of Voudon, I know some people ...
she says she doesn't care how his head gets crushed as long as it happens.
This was MADE for Aimee...on SO many levels!
Laga, I'm so sorry to hear about asshat, though not surprised, I'm afraid. Please send your sister my love.
it's weird because I feel like I should be feeling vindicated right now, like everytime my sister says, "I don't deserve you guys" about me and Mom I should be thinking, "that's right: you don't."
Instead I'm feeling so horrible for her. I'd give anything to be able to take away her pain and embarassment. I'm very relieved that I don't have to pretend anymore but I don't feel a smidge of 'I told you so'.
That's because you wanted her away from him because it was a bad situation for her, not to prove some point, or act superior and condecending.
In other words, you are a caring, loving sister.
oh also I want to find the guy and bash his head in
Someday, Laga, in a dark alley, he'll turn a corner and find a bevy of Bitches waiting for him. Then it will all become right.
Well sure. There's that part of being a loving caring sister too.
A few years ago, my sister had a seemingly amicable break up with a guy I really got along with. After he came to play a club here in town and called to see if we wanted to come up, so we did.
After, when I saw my sister at Christmas, I told her we'd gone to see him. That's when she told me the real reason they broke up was that he'd been cheating on her.
Her: It's no big deal though. I know he always really, really wanted to play that club, so it's really cool that he's fulfilled that goal.
Me: So I guess now,
he can just die then.
