"Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, fore-fleshing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?"
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Hey Jordan - I love the blog! (It's Lori's and MommyEsq's friend Theresa from GW.)
I agree with you on the dark and stormy - love it!
Thanks for the comment Theresa. I've run across your blog before and enjoy it too but unfortunately I'm not in Boston to take advantage of it. Stay tuned, I am making an effort to keep this form becoming static.
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