Me: Mmm, ginger beef...
Supreme Leader: B
Me: Does that rhyme with plastered?
Me: I'm going to blog your meanness
SL: Cut off
See what I have to put up with?
Where the hell have I been?
Hmm, what was I doing around this time last year? Oh ya, I was recovering from this
I want everything in this video.
A series of text messages between my sister and I:
Sister: How many times to I have to call You a butch (iPhone auto correct) before you answer?
Sister: Butch, ha ha ha
Sister: Some people are just so rude, some people say they will call you and don't
BTW that's 8 texts…jerk
Sister: You're dead to me.
Me (next day): Shit! Sorry. I'm a horrible brother, what can I say. Tonight?
Sister: That's funny, I didn't think the dead could talk… let alone text… DEAD TO ME
About five minutes before I found this next video I received a comment from Vodka Mom. Must mean something. So for Deb and PHST and Apathy Lounge and Unmitigated, because she used to be one, and any other teacher bloggers I might be forgetting, this is for you.