The other day I sent this picture to my mom:
Why is she sleeping with a pillow? Isn’t that bad for her neck?
Ummmm…how about she was sitting up and fell asleep. I was just showing a cute moment. Baby isn’t propped up every night with a fucking pillow. Gheesh.
I showed a picture of baby to my coworker and her response:
Awwww, why you got that baby in those hard jeans?
Really? Why must you be so fucking negative with every motherfucking thing? You couldn’t think of ANYTHING else to say? How about just saying nothing at all?
I mean here I am on this happy campaign and I have to deal with these dipshits all day long. Hard jeans? They aren’t made of concrete. Calm the fuck down.
Whatever happened to if you don’t have anything nice to say then shut the fuck up?
***We now return to your regularly scheduled blog of happiness.***
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