Bummer HipMom. Guess it's better than it being the real thing.




DONTCHA hate it when your car acts up?

 

DONTCHA know that it very true still scared da :crap: outta me

 

Dontcha want some of my cornbread?

 

DONTCHA know I do could ya gimme a piece with a nice slab a butter on top

 

dontcha know, the 's already calling me from the frig and i won't see him until 9pm

 

DONTCHA hate it when you buy flowers for someone and then they don't come in to work?

 

DONTCHA Hate when your right in da middle of posting and your internet goes out

 

Dontcha hate it when nobody plans, then expects you to pick up the slack?

 

Dontcha hate it when a page won't load?!

 

Dontcha hate it when you've got a perfectly normal conversation going then a pack of rabid weasals start nipping at your genitals and you have to keep the conversation going while batting down rabid weasals then the H1B visa worker comes into your cube to see whats going on and is asking you about the rabid weasals and you're like, "Asok, there's rabid weasals on my 'nads!" and he's like, "yes, hold on" and he somehow knows some strange sound to make to make the weasals leave your nads alone but he's got a sore throat and proceeds to tell you how to make the sound but since you don't have the right accent you can't get the sound out but that's okay because you've beaten the weasals down but now Asok is asking you for the functional spec on a fifteen year old product that you've never worked on and you're trying to go to lunch but you wind up taking him along anyway even though you hate how he chews with his mouth open and talks to you about high definition televisions even though everyone in the office knows you don't watch tv but then he says something stupid and you get to respond with Cleavland Steamer and he asks what that is while 7up is shooting out of everyones nose ahhh good times.