Wisdom Is Misery
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  • May30th

    I don’t have any kids, and to be honest, I’m not sure I want any. I mean seriously, if I wanted something that speaks a language I don’t understand, cries uncontrollably and throws random tantrums, I would have a girlfriend. At least she could tell me when she’s hungry! Well, assuming the following: 1) She is in the mood to tell me she’s hungry, rather than have me guess or somehow figure it out on my own — which, by the way, I never will. 2) She is not mad at me during the given time frame of said hypothetical hungriness and 3) she  has chosen to talk to me during the week in which hungriness occurs.

  • May30th

    Ok, everyone knows drugs are bad, but why isn’t America talking about the smedium shirt phenomenon? It has been sweeping the nation for far longer than any drug I can recall in recent memory. Left unchecked over the years, it has managed to bleed across every fiber of the United States and strongly sew itself into the very fabric of our culture — even in our very homes! It knows no border: race, age, religious background, rich, poor — no one is safe!

  • May28th

    I think I am going to have to boycott Lil Jon‘s music. Not because I dislike Lil Jon, I don’t. Not because he makes bad music, I mean its OK. And, not because Lil Jon was a geek in high school — even though he was: Lil Jon’s Year Book Photo.

    No, I can live with all of the above. I am forced to boycott Lil Jon’s music because it does nothing but bring out the worst in anyone and everyone that listens to it.

  • May26th

    Every two weeks, it’s the same thing, I spend irresponsibly down to the very last morsel of my account. Then, I sit around paranoid; teeth gritted, finger nails bitten, eyes darting back and forth as I hope and pray nothing goes wrong or some unexplained expense doesn’t come up.

    Checking my account five times a day becomes an obsessive-compulsive habit, as I try to ensure unaccounted charges don’t suddenly clear my account — or attempt to anyway — only to be turned away by the dreaded N.S.F. gremlin and replaced by the $36 penalty goblin.

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