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I ganked these from someone’s blog, I thought they were pretty dang funny. And true.
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More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem (Booya everyone that was at the Chuy’s lunch!). Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no Internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
OK. That’s enough, Nickelback.
There is a great need for sarcasm font (would have been nice for youareugly7777).
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.
I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die (Suz, add it to the list?).
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
Bad decisions make good stories.
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.
There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
Why is a school zone 15 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles…
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
And my Top 3…
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…
I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?
Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!
There have been many days in my long-lived (at least it seems like it’s been long) accounting career when I lack the motivation and focus to do my job, let alone anything else. Some days I just feel like surfing the Internet but even that gets old. And I can only check the email on my iPhone so many times. I can get so far down into my unmotivated groundhog hole, that it nearly takes a miracle to get me to come out and see my shadow. And in said long-lived career, I’ve discovered there’s really only two ways to get me out. One is to put on Stevie Wonder, the other is Billy Joel.
And when I start to hear them through my earbuds, I start getting pumped. Not really pumped about work, but pumped about feeling motivated for something. And those days are what we call a Billy or Stevie day.
Back in my Nortel life, my fellow friend, LC, and I used to inform each other of said days. I’m calling her LC for two reasons: her name is Lauren and I got her hooked on Laguna and the Hills. And yes I take pride in the latter reason. (You are welcome, Lauren). She knows the power of Billy and Stevie and even when we stopped working together, we’d always IM each other just to say, “It’s a Billy day”.
You should try it.
Billy suggestions: “The Stranger” album. Also, “We Didn’t Start The Fire”, “My Life”, “Big Shot”, “Allentown”, “You May Be Right” and “Don’t Ask Me Why”.
Stevie suggestions: “Uptight (Everything’s Alright)”, “Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours”, “Sir Duke” and of course, “Superstition”.
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