That's probably not a bad idea. I suspect if the police were to check my computer post mortem (mine, not it's), their next move would be to contact Lucy Liu. "Has this guy been bothering you...because he had an awful lot of pictures of you on his hard drive!"1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
So I'm not the only one! Usually, I just sort of bunch them up with a rotating, paddlewheel-like motion of my forearms until I've got something small enough to stuff in the linen closet.5. How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
Well, writing in cursive is quicker and easier than printing. Now whether that enough to make up for the irritation of trying to write cursive quickly and legibly...6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
Just wait until you can't remember the last time you weren't at least kind of in pain. Old age ain't for sissies!9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
Usually during the morning drive in.11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
If I'm absolutely sure I didn't make any changes, I just assume that Word is fucked and don't save. Unfortunately, I am fast approaching the age where I cannot be absolutely sure I didn't make any changes.13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
Actually, in my case, it means "I bought this by accident" or "Somebody gave me this. I wonder if it will make a good cleaning rag."14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.
Just as long as most of your kisses don't begin with a dollar slipped into a g-string...19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. (Or wine...or Margaritas!!)
My car is nineteen years old. I do, too.20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
So that's what it means when Tarzan kisses Jane and the camera pans down to Jane's hand and she drops the lily into the stream!21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
I usually just make a declarative statement on a totally different subject. It's amazing how often and well this works!25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
I'll wear a pair of pants for a week. Everything else is on a 24-hour limit.27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
It's a combination. You do (hopefully) get wiser as you get older. OTOH, it does seem as though they are teaching an awful lot of utter crap in schools these days.28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
But if you do it right, the adrenaline ruse immediately afterwards makes it all worthwhile.29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
Cyclists just don't fit in. They're too fast for the sidewalk. They're too slow for the street. I'm afraid the only solution is to make a cyclist hitting a pedestrian a capital offense and a driver hitting a cyclist a misdemeanor.30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
I'll look down at my watch, and I never wear a watch.31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
Yes, and that's still not fast enough.32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
Take it from someone who scores exams for a living:
YES. Yes, they do.
1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
Why not do that yourself now and live a life that won't shame your family?
Doesn't matter. Losers admit their wrong. Never compromise.2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
Sucks getting old.
I'd recommend comic sans.
Fittingly.
Yes, so you can sign your name.
You are not most people.
What part of "lengthy illness" don't you get?
Sucks getting old.
Tell that to the cops and the judge.
For me it's about one minute after I arrive.
You'll be the old crank without the holo-movie player.
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That means they are watching you.
Why even own the damn thing?
I hate it when the phone rings at all.
Good thing that never happens, huh?
Damn skippy.
It hurts the gnomes' eyes.
What about *censored*? As Family Guy put it "Diamonds, because you'll pretty much have to."
THAT'S RACIST.
What?
I'd rather never shop for groceries.
Texting and driving is not advisable.
I have a similar problem with payback and spite.
What?
I love when the suckers let me in.
You must be a white collar worker.
If you live in the USA, then, yes, they do.
You've led a charmed life.
That's damn skippy.
Watches aren't supposed to be functional.31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
You snooze; you lose.32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
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