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Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

#WW: I'm a Hater!

I'll admit it. I'm one of those Beiber haters. I know he's just a kid, but a rude annoying one at that. He spat on his fans, made arrogant and disgusting comments at Ann Frank's house,  urinated in a restaurant mop bucket, and called a bikini clad girl crushing on him a beached whale. This is just a small sampling of his bad behavior. Yes, he's just a nineteen-year-old punk, but that's old enough to know douchiness from decency. He deserves every photo I post! 

I cain't stan' 'im!


First there was the chase


Next came the arrest

And finally the booking where the arrogant jerk smiled wide for his police mug shot. Doesn't he get what a screw up he is?? Someone needs to seriously slap that kid


. . . and Miley Cyrus, too!

Thursday, September 20, 2012

#GBE2: Behind

Behind, bottom, bum, buttocks, backside, breech and all the other words that Beth had no intention of us using for this topic.

Everyone who visits my blog deserves a visit back, but I'm so behind and only get further so each day.

H iny--that thing we want to be tiny. Kids laugh when one says words that depict this part of the anatomy. If you laughed too, don't admit it... or better yet, you might like the kidlit that I write. :)

I would love to have the time to post stupid stuff everyday, but there is too much to do, and I'm behind!

N ot sure why the red only covered half of the letter. At least the letter is covered on the bottom. Ah, ha, ha, ha!

D errier is the French word for... well, just guess. I am so BEHIND in all I have to do that it's amazing I got a post up tonight!

I hope this isn't too lame.



Saturday, July 28, 2012

Silly Sunday: Newspaper Headlines

After seeing a headline that made me laugh, I wondered what other ones were out there that could make for good silliness on a Sunday. There are plenty!




I've seen her look better.





Shocker!





I could actually see my city doing this.






Gotta love the obvious.






Good job!






It's Kenny!






How did that happen?






I could hear a kid saying that.






Never make "belittling" remarks to a midget.


And finally, here is the headline that had me laughing hysterically.




The guy can't even be a tourist without making an idiot of himself. I apologize to my British friends for his many gaffs and insults to your country. And I understand our Mid East allies now need an apology too after his visit to Israel. Can you say "Diplomacy FAIL?"



Friday, August 19, 2011

Silent Moments: A Guide

This week on Writers' Post we've been asked to blog about silent moments. I'm sure we will read many beautifully heartfelt sentiments about those who are touched beyond words. This is not one of those. Below is advice for the socially challenged.

The Rhetorical Question
Remember when in the heat of a problem your mother or teacher asked you, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Trust me. It's best to provide a silent moment after these questions.

Too Much Information (alias TMI)
"Sorry I'm late but the dog got sick. He blah, blah, blah on the blah, blah, blah. This one was really gross! It looked like blah, blah, yackity, yack." Oh please just shut up. People don't care to know the inner workings of your body or that of your baby's.

To the Policeman
When the arresting officer says, "You have the right to remain silent," take his advice. It will do you no good to say, "I ain't been drinkin' occifer."

And of course I remember my son's freshman year of high school when he spent the night at the next door neighbors house--a boy his age. Although we required our kids to keep a curfew (at least the unfortunate first born child), our neighbor was much looser with the rules.

On several occasions, my husband would point out an older teen who would park his car at the end of the cove yet remain in it. Noting this suspicious activity, hubby would hang by the window and wait. Eventually the car would move forward and the two curfew breakers would step outside. This was my husband's cue to confront the boys right before they slipped into the car . . . at midnight of course. On one occasion the friend turned to my son and said, "I told you we should have waited longer!"

Aaaah, silent moments. They are the safety nets under the trapeze of life.

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