Saturday, January 24, 2009

About your gloves....

As I stated before, you can pick up your own damned gloves. Once or twice is fine, but after that I feel like you are picking on me and I will continue to toss them as far as I can so you can bend down and pick them up. Nuf said.

Oh, and the Irish Spring soap that someone rubbed all over my favorite chewing places tastes awful. It smelled so fresh and pretty I had hoped it would taste like green spring grass. How wrong I was.

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