Lately, I've had a slew of random thoughts. Among them:
"FYI to the guy in the library at the moment: if the 8 inch hole in the back of your pants it located in a place where it gives me full view of your tightie whities.... it's time to not wear those pants any more. ~ sincerely, me."
"The Turdette thinks my coolest talent is that I can cut PB&J sandwiches into the shape of a star... Thanks med school for not helping me at all on that one."
"In Arizona, they water their lawns by flooding them. Because.... because well, why not? In Virginia, we water our basements by flooding them. Because... our landlord's suck."
"Mr. Scary Patient, I respectfully decline your hug request. Denied."
"In my opinion, the cement was moving entirely too fast."
1 comment:
Haha, I love the letters to your world. You need to teach me your mad sandwich cutting skills. Sounds cool.
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