There's this cartoon in my school paper at college called JoBeth, and it's about the misadventures of this dippy blonde, like the shampoo bottle doesn't say "rinse", so she calls the shampoo company after 3 days wondering if she can rinse it out yet. She also sticks her tongue out when she smiles and bounces up on her toes while popping her gum.
Why is the image of JoBeth suddenly coming to mind?
Because maybe in a place like this - created for us to express our opinions - I feel like I have a right to post something. It's Laurel's discretion, and if you don't like the number of posts I have, go fuck yourself!
If you don'tlike the things I post, don't read any of them! It's your choice! I can't make you read what I say! I have a right to speak, and you have a right to listen if you so choose!!!!
She, pissed you off. But, then again, lots of folks around here dig telling other adults what to do. *shrug*
Eat your brussel sprouts. Or something.
Besides, it's *much* more meaningful to post "You post too much", than to, say, actually post something new and different. Riiiiiiiiight? Or so Madam says. But ya didn't hear from me. If the search functions on you can pretend I'm the lady from Reading is Fundamental and I'll tell ya to "Read All About It".
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DRUGS ARE BAD. DON'T DO DRUGS, DUDE!