May your chewing gum harden on your bedpost overnight.
I don’t positively hate you all of the time.
You give love a bad name.
Your kitty pix are not cute.
Regards,
Shodan
What does that even mean?!
That, Snickers, you will never know. If we choose to set you free when we have finished with you, and if you live to be ninety years old, still you will never learn the answer to that question. As long as you live it will be an unsolved riddle in your mind.
May your “flair” be ugly and fall off.
You jest, but I can see this hurting certain people to their very souls.
Vile wretches, may your searches always hang and your posts go unviewed.
Pfft… I call such occasions “weekdays”.
Vile wretches, may your searches always hang and your posts go unviewed.
Spookily identical to two posts earlier than yours.
Sorry. Didn’t see it.
May your eyesight slowly improve to the point that you need reading glasses.
And may you always lose them on a Sunday night at 8 PM, right after the drugstore closes.
Well-played suh! 
ETA: Did you sabotage my search as well?
I am less than completely delighted to be in your company.
Your mother is significantly less slender and agile than a gazelle.
This is just cruel.
Thank you. And congratulations on the catch.
I give up. What am I (and others) missing here?