This is the sort of dedication I expect from people. Not just some half-assed “maybe I’ll pick a print or a color and add a little flair,” or a few pathetic words of asswriting. That just won’t cut it anymore. It’s time for balls-out, over the top, inundation of complete obnoxiousness. Thank you, plaid woman, for showing us what real commitment is.
TEXT: Always use 2 patient identifiers!
I am sorry I got such a crap photo of this. It was on my phone and I was probably too close and post-call. I was also very close to stealing it.
The life expectancy of a person in the paleolithic era was somewhere between 33 and 39. Not that I have anything against the diet. I just think it’s funny that modern Los Angeles is aspiring to be like people who would be dead at their age.
Go ahead people. Hunt. Gather. And for the love of God, don’t eat anything from a farm!
That children as young as 8 or 9 are experiencing the magic of love. We used to think their minds and hearts to immature to engage in such passionate, abstract ideas, but this girl proves us wrong. At the ripe old age of 9-ish, she is skipping and frolicking in a sea of giddiness, overcome with infatuation and joy. Love spares not the young, as we all fall victim to its addictive ways.
Hopefully in this case, “love” does not equal “fellate.”
People of WalMart has spread like wildfire. Their site is a lot like mine, so I will recommend it since we’re in the same genre. I will also email them and ask if they get threatened as much as I do.
As luck would have it, all things electronic seem to have gone awry at once. My Canon point and shoot camera isn’t working. My phone died, taking with it my only access to all websites on the other side of the firewall. Gmail is down, which is the only connection to the outside world from inside the walls of my office. What the F am I supposed to do here? Read a Goddamn book? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.