Inside every snarky b*tch is a pleasant woman who just got fed up with the bull-sh*t.
When people ask how well my writing is going, somedays I think to myself, “If I was a bird, I’d fly into a jet engine.”
Self-absorbed a-holes must have been put on the earth to test our anger management skills.
Everyday I try to be a positive person, and today I’m positive everyone is losing it.
I tend to be more accommodating when there are witnesses.
On the surface I may appear calm, but inside I’m rehearsing my alibi.
“Flavorful” is the favorite adjective of people on ‘Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives. Most likely these people need a map to their own kitchens.
“There are no stupid questions.” Are we sure about this?
Please don’t make me explain what you won’t understand.
Another day gone, and I didn’t use Algebra.
If sarcasm was a language, I’d be fluent.
If only common sense was more common.
Italian proverb: “A ogni uccello il suo nido è bello”
Amen to that!
Post title quote credit: Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy
Old School Italian
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