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I mind my manners on FB, and not just because my mom is one of those silent observers on my friends list who doesn't ever post anything but I know she can seeeeeeeee me. Not that her pseudo-presence has stopped me from being my usual pervy self at all; there's no force in nature that could transform me into a boring ol' prude.
No, I edit myself because I do believe that a little something called TMI exists when in the mixed company of FB and other social networking sites. Here on my own personal blog, however, I can be as crass and boob-centric as I want, right?
AND YOU WILL LIKE IT, gosh-darn it.
::GRIN::
Ok, without further ado, here are some of my most recent status report rejects; I'd have loved to post 'em, but didn't due to my high levels of class and good taste. [cough] Shut up.
Beverly...
is regretting the lunchtime burrito that resulted in scorching, room-clearing gas.
thinks you're a dumbass.
just made sweet love to a bowl of Breyer's Vanilla Fudge Twirl.
is poppin' 'dat ass.
thinks people who write half-page status reports chronicling their every waking thought and bodily function (and those of their children) should probably get a fucking life and should definitely STFU.
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absolutely loathes someone on her FB friends list. Is it you? Heh heh.
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There, I feel better. Just had to get those out there.
In other news, this morning I heard SpongeBob utter the words, "Patrick, how are you gonna beat off two guys at once?"
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All of the mock good will and harmony from the holidays has dissipated and I'm back to thinking they're all a bunch of whiny asshats with nothing better to do than bitch about the coffee machine or count the number of burned-out light bulbs in the lobby ceiling and report back to me. True story.
They suck.
You, however? You I like.
Have a pleasant Thursday!