Grumble Grumble Grumble
Horrible, terrible, awful two days locked in the throes of PMS, where everything goes wrong and everyone is out to annoy you, and a general air of suckiness prevails.
And, the worst! My beloved Donny Osmond mug! I dropped it at work. Those are the only two big pieces. The other side shattered into a million tiny fragments. I'm heartbroken.
posted by Desperate Housewife at
6:49 AM
7 Comments:
Sorry to hear that.
But now that the mug is shattered, Donny will start aging normally....instead of the mug.... like the painting in.......oh nevermind.
It's okay Peter, we got it ;)
I'll bet Dick Clark has a mug somewhere.
Hey, if you were brought up a devout Mormon like Donny, without anything fun like alcohol, drugs, sex, etc, you'd be as just as wholesome looking.
Going by that theory, all Losers would be wholesome looking too.
(I look like I've had way more fun than I've ever actually had)
Oooh, a pirate! I have a real thing for pirates.
Okay, that sounds a tad misleading!
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home