I wish I had a dollar...

for every time I have uttered the phrase “Daisy, go potty.”

for every mile I drive to and from work.

for every Mountain Dew I have slurped down in my life.

Come on, you can play too.

for every piece of spam that has found its way into my mailbox…

…for every time I have told the kids to please stop fighting before somebody really gets hurt.

…for every time I have had to take out the garbage because my husband has forgotten to do it for the tenth day in a row (even after being reminded on a daily basis).

…for every time I have had to remind the children to put their dirty clothes in the hamper, and not in the middle of the bedroom floor (or underneath the bed, or in the corner of the closet, etc).

…for everytime I said I wish I had a dollar. :slight_smile:

For every time I have been turned down by a woman.

for evry time someone lied to me.

for every time a multinational tried to exploit someone

for every time a politician was more concerned with his career than the people
wow It’s Negative Lad tonight…

Every time my boss uses a word he just saw in the new issue of BusinessWeek, but doesn’t actually understand.

…and another dollar for every time he’s used his new word as the reason for wanting me to throw out everything I’ve been working on and start over in a completely different direction.

…and a third dollar for everytime he’s justified doing this by saying “we need to re-invent ourselves.”

–sublight.

…for every lie Al Gore’s told…

For every message I have posted on SDMB!

<-- lookee!

…for every dollar I’ve spent.

I think I’m going to go shopping.

…for every atom that makes up the “$” key on this keyboard.

…for everytime I’ve been dumped and told that I was a great guy, and gotten fixed up or tried to be by her with one of her friends. This has happened to me with 6 different women. I know it’s just 6 bucks, but I thought I’d share.

…for everytime I’ve saluted… (My recent trip to the Pentagon just earned me a crap-load there.)

…for every minute I’ve had to wait to see my opthamologist… (I don’t know what that guy is doing back there by himself, but it sure is taking a long damn time)

…for every Special Olympian I’ve had to hug. (The USAF sponsors the Special Olympics in the State I’m in, and I don’t mind doing it, it’s just the hugs that bother me.)

Gee, does he wear glasses? Yoo’d think an eye doc KNOW it can makr yiu go blind…

(Typos due to fuzzy keyboard)

hehehe… Varu finby Lutkir

…for every online advertising client who asks me, “What is the industry standard click through rate?”

…for every client who flagrantly lies about my check being in the mail.

…for every dot com that has gone out of business and stiffed me with a balance that will never get paid.

…for every schmuck who cuts in front of me on the Long Island Expressway and then slows down to 55.

…for every a-hole on the subway who holds the doors open for his friends, who haven’t even made it through the turnstiles yet.

…for every time a girl declared, “It’s what’s on the inside that counts” and then entered into a relationship with an abusive fashion model type that treated her like dirt.

…for every time I’ve gotten upset about “lowest common denominator entertainment” on television and in other media.

…for every time someone has deliberately been disloyal to me because they thought it would help them make an extra buck or two.