First of all, as a representative member of the blogging community, can I just get a round of applause for Allison's post? I don't know what it was, and if someone can explain it, they're welcome to (maybe it's just those english majors), but it seemed really heartfelt and full of genuine bloggy goodness.
I write now with "Happy Mother's Day" stamped on my right hand. My guess is that they didn't have any legit stamps to use, but maybe they just had a good sense of irony. Tiffany and I (one of my fellow interns) just got back from seeing the guitarist of Megadeth play at a local bar. Boy was it...unmemorable? After a couple drinks, it became jarringly apparent that YOU, that's right, I'm talking about you, are really one of the only things that keeps me from becoming a zombie; in the most figurative sense, that is, no need for Kim to plot out an escape strategy.
The final straw is when someone tells a really long, pointless story, to which I sarcastically remark "good story", and they respond with "yeah, it was pretty cool."
I'm done. There seems to be a strong distinction of people in this world: People who are dumber than me, and people who are wittier than me (I?). I feel light years ahead of one, but like a total moron in fornt of the other. Does anyone else feel like this sometimes?
Well, I sure hope so, because that's where y'all fit in. You make me feel at home, where I don't have to make snide comments to keep myself ammused, yet you don't make me feel like an idiot either. I know its a passive thing and all, but I really appreciate every single one of your friendships.
This post may or may not have made any sense: a postclaimer. (double entendre?)
PS. If any of you hear any good puns, let me know!
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yeah i'm kind of a big deal
Sorry, that post was pretty self-serving, but its ok because I was pretty drunk, I do really love hanging' with y'all, and I am damn cool so it works anyway.
So I didn't think it was worth a whole post but I just wanted to say that the day I decide to splurge and buy an awesome sandwich rather than make my own, a dog ate it when I wasn't looking.
Ole went to the neighborhood dance
And he won the big door prize
It was a toilet brush and he took it home
And the next week one of the guys
Said, "Ole's, how's that toilet brush?
The one you got from the neighbors?"
And Ole said, "Oh, it works pretty good.
But I think I'd rather use paper."
Okay, so it's not a pun, but it was in A Prairie Home Companion and it was sung, and funny at the time, anyway. In a bad joke kind of way. Just laugh.
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