When it comes to war, everyone must choose a side. No, you can’t sit on the fence and never commit to anything. People who do that are called PUSSIES. And the only thing a PUSSY is good for is getting fucked.
Right now, a battle of epic proportions is being waged. Sooner or later a side will emerge victorious with enough power to affect society as a whole. This post is your opportunity to learn the important details and choose where you stand. Lines need to be drawn, facts need telling, and the pretending has to stop. Choose wisely whatever side you rally with. The men and women who will fight alongside you are putting their lives in your hands, it’s only fair you give them your utmost support and unshakable commitment.
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Random things for the rest of the weekend:
When I have annoyed my husband to death he’ll ask, “Are you fucking serious?!” I usually reply with, “No, I’m Jillian.”
I do this for two reasons: 1) I know it pisses him off; and 2) I genuinely think it’s funny.
Whatever, it IS funny.
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For a brief period I had gotten into the habit of randomly saying, “Well, it’s about that time…” People would always respond with, “About what time?” to which I would reply, “Oh nothing, I just like saying that.”
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Every now and then I mention my mom. Sometimes I speak of her in comments on other blogs or sometimes in the posts written here. You all know we were close, so close I considered her my best friend. I know when someone is dead, you should probably start referring to them in the past tense, but I forget a lot of the time. It’s weird to refer to her like that, you know? She was my mom. I swear, sometimes I feel like she’s on vacation somewhere and will be back as soon as she can. Whenever something insanely funny happens, I often think: Damn, mom would think this is hilarious. I should call her… And of course right after that is: “Fuck, I’m broke. I wish mom were still here, she’d loan us some dough…
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