t jumps up and down
DO IT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
'Trash'
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t jumps up and down
DO IT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
psst, Steph, hit 'em someplace that really hurts but leaves them able to make noises letting you know how much they appreciate the gesture.
I'm tempting fate by eating a gloopy peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich while wearing a white top.
I'm just annoyed with many things today, and I think I would burn off a lot of tension by punching someone in the throat.
Can you come out to Palo Alto? I have a GREAT candidate for you.
Oh, oh, I want to punch someone in the throat too!
The list of people needing punches is long.
{{sj}} Join the club of at fault accident folks. It has happened to me more than once. Part of driving. I need a driver. Handsome and personable would be nice. And not my son.
{{{sj}}} Me three, or four, or whatever number we're up to by now: several stupid, stupid fender benders, while doing things like backing out of a parking space, just because I was distracted and stressed out. Hec rolls his eyes at me for sometimes opting for public transit with Matilda instead of driving, but I'm just so very large with the vehicular self-doubt. You're so very much not alone.
Oh, oh, I want to punch someone in the throat too!
Come visit!
I don't have fender-benders. Fender-benders involve other cars and are entirely understandable. No, I tend to drive into large, stationary objects which any idiot could see.
Signed,
That Telephone Pole Came Outta Nowhere
Thanks, everyone. I just took a nap at Mom's and am feeling better enough to drive home.
Scrappy, ftr it was a large stationary item. A large stationary car directly behind me.