At Safeway bank kiosk, woman to her toddler:
"Hey! Don't bite me! You know what happens when you bite me ... I bite back."
Even with dogs the only thing that works is positive reinforcement. So good luck with that "eye for an eye," lady.
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If you don't know which one I am, here's a hint: My hair matches my eyes.
If you don't know which one I am, here's a hint: My hair matches my eyes.
I have a Type A+ personality. I love Van Morrison songs, fat newspapers, candy corn and new jeans. And world peace.
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About Me
- Robin
- I have a weird double-life. Not creepy with two families, just totally separate. During the week, I live where I work, and on the weekends I drive an hour to an apartment and city I love. I know I should move, but the weekday place is kind of gray. And the weekend place has Nordstrom. Isn't it awful that's how I justify it? During the week, my hobby is muffin-top and mullet hunting. On weekends, I like to explore, cook and pretty much do anything that makes me appreciate not being at work.
1 comment:
Somehow, only stupid people are breeding. How is it that the idiots of the world manage to find each other and reproduce?
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