Rosey99
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ooh girl getting all up in my business lol Im not tellin you what Im doing
Joined: June 6, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: January 19
user id: 306310
Location: Wonderland
Joined: June 6, 2012
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Birthday: January 19
user id: 306310
Location: Wonderland
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I've got a rough side,
a wild side at least
A COUNTRY MILE WIDE,
a fightin' side after a few.
If they wanna see my sweet side,
my soft side, my best side;
I just point at you.
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(A gay couple has just
met up in the restaurant and kissed each other upon arrival.
Another customer has seen this and is obviously angry.)
Angry Customer: “Damn f**s.”
Gay Man: “Excuse me?”
Angry Customer: “You heard me, you little s***. Let’s not make this into some little pride protest, okay? I have to accept that you’re going to live your lifestyle, and you have to accept that I’ve got freedom of speech.”
Gay Man: *quietly* “Is it too much to ask for a little human decency?”
Angry Customer: “Human? Listen up, what you’re doing is not human. I think I have the right to determine what I think is human.”
(The manager shows up. He’s a quiet Italian man who I assume is conservative due to the Christian imagery and portrait of Reagan he keeps around the restaurant.) Angry Customer: *to the owner* “Hey, can you move either them or us to another table?”
(Instead of responding to the angry customer, the owner instead speaks to his wife.) Owner: “I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a strict ‘no pets’ policy in my restaurant.”
Wife: “Uh, I, uh, what? I don’t have a—”
Owner: “Well, according to your talking monkey over here, I can determine who’s a human and who’s not. You bring an animal into my restaurant; I gotta assume it’s your pet.”
(The angry customer storms out. When I left, the owner was giving his description, and copies of security camera footage, to the biggest crowd of police I’ve seen. Apparently it’s a bad idea to not pay your bill at a restaurant that gives free coffee to cops.)
Angry Customer: “Damn f**s.”
Gay Man: “Excuse me?”
Angry Customer: “You heard me, you little s***. Let’s not make this into some little pride protest, okay? I have to accept that you’re going to live your lifestyle, and you have to accept that I’ve got freedom of speech.”
Gay Man: *quietly* “Is it too much to ask for a little human decency?”
Angry Customer: “Human? Listen up, what you’re doing is not human. I think I have the right to determine what I think is human.”
(The manager shows up. He’s a quiet Italian man who I assume is conservative due to the Christian imagery and portrait of Reagan he keeps around the restaurant.) Angry Customer: *to the owner* “Hey, can you move either them or us to another table?”
(Instead of responding to the angry customer, the owner instead speaks to his wife.) Owner: “I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a strict ‘no pets’ policy in my restaurant.”
Wife: “Uh, I, uh, what? I don’t have a—”
Owner: “Well, according to your talking monkey over here, I can determine who’s a human and who’s not. You bring an animal into my restaurant; I gotta assume it’s your pet.”
(The angry customer storms out. When I left, the owner was giving his description, and copies of security camera footage, to the biggest crowd of police I’ve seen. Apparently it’s a bad idea to not pay your bill at a restaurant that gives free coffee to cops.)
"Muffins are just ugly cupcakes."
No. Cupcakes are not beautiful. They are exactly like muffins, except cupcakes feel the need to hide behind "makeup" and "accessories". Take all of that off, and muffins and cupcakes are exactly the same. So while cupcakes aren't comfortable in their skin, muffins are. Muffins let the world see who they really are rather than what they're pretending to be. Be a muffin in a world of cupcakes.
Times when I wish periods would go
away
1. When I get
invited to a pool party
2. When I'm sleeping
3. All the freakin' time
2. When I'm sleeping
3. All the freakin' time
If liberals are so
f.uckin' smart, how
come they lose so godda.mn always?
And with a straight face, you're going to tell students that America is
so starspangled awesome that we're the only ones in the world who have freedom? Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, Belgium has freedom! Two hundred and seven sovereign states in the world, like 180 of them have freedom.
And yeah, you... sorority girl. Just in case you accidentally wander into
a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is:
There is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we're the greatest country in the world.
We're seventh in literacy, twenty-seventh in math, twenty-second in science, forty-ninth in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense spending, where we spend more than the next twenty-six countries combined, twenty-five of whom are allies.
None of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you, nonetheless, are without a doubt a member of the
Worst. Period. Generation. Period. Ever. Period,
So when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don't know what the f.uck you're talking about! Yosemite?
We sure used to be. We stood up for what was right. We fought for moral reasons, we passed laws, struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged wars on poverty, not poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors, we put our money where our mouths were, and we never beat our chest. We built great big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases, and we cultivated the world's greatest artists and the world's greatest economy.
We reached for the stars, acted like men. We aspired to intelligence;
we didn't belittle it; it didn't make us feel inferior. We didn't identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election, and we didn't scare so easy. We were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one.
America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.
And with a straight face, you're going to tell students that America is
so starspangled awesome that we're the only ones in the world who have freedom? Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, Belgium has freedom! Two hundred and seven sovereign states in the world, like 180 of them have freedom.
And yeah, you... sorority girl. Just in case you accidentally wander into
a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is:
There is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we're the greatest country in the world.
We're seventh in literacy, twenty-seventh in math, twenty-second in science, forty-ninth in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense spending, where we spend more than the next twenty-six countries combined, twenty-five of whom are allies.
None of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you, nonetheless, are without a doubt a member of the
Worst. Period. Generation. Period. Ever. Period,
So when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don't know what the f.uck you're talking about! Yosemite?
We sure used to be. We stood up for what was right. We fought for moral reasons, we passed laws, struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged wars on poverty, not poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors, we put our money where our mouths were, and we never beat our chest. We built great big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases, and we cultivated the world's greatest artists and the world's greatest economy.
We reached for the stars, acted like men. We aspired to intelligence;
we didn't belittle it; it didn't make us feel inferior. We didn't identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election, and we didn't scare so easy. We were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one.
America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.
Yes, teacher, I
could've done my homework last night. I also could have
murdered your family last night. Let's be okay with the fact
I did neither.
What do
you
call
a person
with no body and no nose? Nobody
nose.
