Dear Wall Street, my 8 year old cousin is scared by less than you. Punk asses.
Dear a-hole teens attacking people in flash mobs, I hope the next group you attack is from a Krav Maga, expert level, full contact class.
Stop saying ve-HIC-le. It's annoying.
Dear actors that can't play a drunk....really? You live in Hollywood, with all of that substance abuse source material and you can't play a drunk? *drops keyboard and walks out of the room*
Dear Walmart, I'm sure that I'm not the ONLY person in the world that wears size 13 shoes. Maybe, just maybe you should stock some dammit!
Traffic reporter that I know... gave me a ride to my car...got lost...I'm STILL laughing.
Dear press, stop calling the lady missing in Aruba "The NEW Natalie Halloway" It's NOT a new CW sitcom. A lady is MISSING... morons.
I was just bullied by Rebecca Black.
S. Anthony Thomas. 68 inches of delicious cocoa goodness. Oh, that is ALSO my height.
I used to love when women called me "Big Brother", now I think of a crappy TV show. What a mood killer. (FYI, I still get it on with them)
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