Sir-Complains-A-Lot
It’s could always be much worse
You could have no arms
Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 28
This is for someone I saw last night, you know who you are:
Unwelcome non-friend
Why do we still play this game?
You know I hate you
Unwelcome non-friend
Why do we still play this game?
You know I hate you
Monday, July 13
Today's lifeku goes out to all of the ladies that I smell way too much on the morning metro:Parisian Women
Lay off the Angel*
You all smell like barf
*please note that Angel is a perfume intended to smell like chocolate, but more closely resembles rotting stomach lining.
Saturday, July 11
Just because it's summer, doesn't mean you have to let it all hang out:
Droopy boob woman
Have you ever owned a bra?
Cocker spaniel ears
Droopy boob woman
Have you ever owned a bra?
Cocker spaniel ears
Monday, June 22
Although my Flame of Twin was not physically present when I was writing this lifeku, she was with me in spirit and therefore the "we" refers to me and her, not me and my man. That's right, when I say "we" I mean me and my flame because I'm just a feminist like that:
We never liked you
Especially when you talk
Your face makes it worse
We never liked you
Especially when you talk
Your face makes it worse
Monday, May 25
I am a dog owner and lover, that is for sure. I love those big brown puppy eyes that gaze up at you with a sweet wagging tail. I love how my puppy (I call her that even though she's 5) gets so excited every time I come home that she almost pees herself, even if I've only been gone 5 minutes.
Yes, dogs really are our best friends... but do you want to know who are not our best friends?
I'll tell you: Dog owners who for some reason believe they are exempt from "the ramassing of the merde." What am I talking about? Pick up your poop for crying out loud. I do it, so can you, it's really not that bad. See, the plastic bag serves as the appropriate buffer between the poop matter and your actual hand, but some of you don't seem to understand this concept. Some of you believe it's okay to let your dog drop one in front of me while I am drinking coffee and then just leave it there as if it were some sort of treasured gift. Newsflash: it's not a treasured gift. At all. So just bend over and pick it up like the rest of us:
Woman with toy dog
You still have to pick it up
Even if it’s small
Yes, dogs really are our best friends... but do you want to know who are not our best friends?
I'll tell you: Dog owners who for some reason believe they are exempt from "the ramassing of the merde." What am I talking about? Pick up your poop for crying out loud. I do it, so can you, it's really not that bad. See, the plastic bag serves as the appropriate buffer between the poop matter and your actual hand, but some of you don't seem to understand this concept. Some of you believe it's okay to let your dog drop one in front of me while I am drinking coffee and then just leave it there as if it were some sort of treasured gift. Newsflash: it's not a treasured gift. At all. So just bend over and pick it up like the rest of us:
Woman with toy dog
You still have to pick it up
Even if it’s small
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