ok, i was walking home the other day, and some kid started following me. after about 10 minutes i asked him why he was. he ran away. now every day he follows me home…i keep screaming at him. he is like 10 years old. i don’t know why the **** he keeps following me. is he stalking me? i have no idea…i’ll probably start carrying a knife or something…
Try to give him some candy.
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Excuse me, that was bothering me…
Sorry about the unexplained gas, I just ate soooooooo much…
I am occasionally irked by threads in which the title is misspelled.
My foot’s asleep.
I don’t like trolls.
Alternating capitalized letters with regular ones irks me.
Sometimes I like em.
Tastes like chicken.
My mom told all my relatives that I got accepted to my first choice college before I got the chance to. I wasn’t even around at the time–I had to run a stupid errand for her. I wanted to tell them myself. That bothered me.
It bugs me when my co-worker whistles to get someone’s attention. We are neither dogs nor dolphins, so call us by our frickin’ names!
I’m also bothered that FireUnderpantsBoobs got rid of what I thought was a neat username. AwSnappity’s a nice one, though.
My butt itches. And I concur with Sublight.
My boss says “border lumba” instead of “order number”.
I think she does it just to piss me off. And it works.
I work graveyard shift. It pays better than it should.
But it’s killing me. Literally. I’m falling apart.
In the 1970s, women will be able to cook for their husbands simply by pressing a button.
I can relate. I’ve been doing night shift work since 1987. My current job pays very well for wat I have to do. But you’re right, this shit is killing me.
And a bitch of my own.
Why does this freakin datacenter have to be so damn cold! A couple of us broke down and put on gloves because our fingers were freezing. brrrrrr
Underpants.
My noisy neighbours. Of which, I have many.
FireUnderpantsBoobs changed her user name. That was the best name on the board!
Wal-mart this morning. Nobody told me that America was full of materialistic boobs.
And underpants.