Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I have extra saliva! It's a medical condition, ok?

Maybe it's because it's late(ish), and I'm anxious about the new job tomorrow, but I find this hil-arious:

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I have a knife, get in the f*ing van.”

I spit all over myself and haven't been able to stop giggling since I read that.

[I briefly considered writing it on a notecard and slipping it into my purse in case I start feeling overwhelmed tomorrow, but there are just too many ways that could end badly.]


  1. And now I'm imagining all of the ways that it could go badly. Hilarious.

    "No, officer, I promise, it's just something from the internet!"

    Officer: "Sure buddy. Sure."


    You're a girl! I've totally been thinking you were a boy! And then I was like "purse? Well, my husband carries a purse of sorts, but he's sort of weird. . . wait! There's an avatar up there! Of a girl!"

    I offer you my sincerest apologies. I actually like you a lot more now that I know you're a girl.

    The internet is weird.

  3. good luck on the new job!