Blog Post Endings
I guess she’ll always be my little girl, after all.
That’s what happens when you vote with your spineless amoeba brain.
What about you? Do you think cats are lazy bastards too, or do you hate America?
When life gives you your neighbour’s lemons, you make lemon buttercream frosting.
So, never go bowling with a woman.
Tragedy isn’t always tragic. Sometimes it’s cathartic.
Two more of these and I’ll be Mayor of Batman-capes-R-us on 4Square.
If I’ve learned anything from this experience, it’s that you can’t always trust Norm MacDonald to use the crevice tool on the sofa.
Although I mostly think Sartre was right and that hell is other people, today has made it hard not to think he was just thinking about the assholes he surrounded himself with. I hope you choose better friends in Heaven, Sartre.
And that’s the way the cookie crumbles when you use flea powder instead of baking powder. But seriously, you can’t expect me to show up to your church bake sale and not accidentally put the priest on the toilet for an hour.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: Oh come on, you were thinking the same thing.
Backpacking Dad 1. Wal-Mart cart return 0.
Rather than write a real post, and reassured by Marinka’s post today that it’s the endings to posts that make or break you, I’m just going with endings today. It seemed fitting, since this is the last post I’ll ever write.