bro,
You are fucking awesome. Here is a list (in bullet form as I am a nerd) to aid in making my point:
*You are a feminist whereas I am not, I say open my door damnit! But you give me hope that it is not a bad thing to be a feminist and are the only person I can say that about.
*You love unconditionally. It hurts to do that, but you persevere and are a stronger man for it.
*You are a good human. You don’t have to take my word for this, ask others or I can provide letters of reference.
*You follow what you believe and stick to your ideals even when it isn’t easy and makes doing something good really difficult.
*You can punk me out but it doesn’t feel like punking, well most of the time.
*You are intelligent, funny, kind hearted and cute, also very colorful, both literally and figuratively
*oh, yeah… you ran 13.1 miles on a fractured foot to give money to a child with blood cancer pretty sure you should get a medal for that – oh wait.
I don’t need to say more but I can elaborate, for pages.
less than three,
sars
*****
Dear job,
Nevermind. My filter is still working.
grumble.
sars
*****
Dear filter,
Please uninstall yourself so I can get some shit out. I have some anxiety happening up in this bitch and it needs to stop. like now! If you would kindly allow me to remove the gorilla glue so I can just utilize at my leisure I would appreciate it.
now!! kindly,
sars
*****
Dear Matrix,
*not the car
Why can’t I look like the hot chick the ended up breaking her leg performing her own stunts? Without breaking my leg of course. I’m not fat. So maybe I just need to be more bendy. That would be helpful. Is there a red and/or blue pill for that? Please advise.
yours binarily,
sars
*****
dear old ass dude on a bass-ackwards (I hate that phrase too, but really, it applies) tri cycle,
**also wanna-be skater kid, coffee shop hipster and stroller pushing crack mom…
There are rules of the road for a reason, namely your safety. I like to think of myself as a patient person who is understanding. Occasionally you have to endround a rule to keep from becoming a smudge on the pavement, but that is on occasion. Riding or pushing as it were, down or in a one-way street, the wrong way, is not okay and not safe really – especially if say you have a child in a stroller. Rolling out of a driveway, THE WRONG WAY, also not okay. These are ways to insure sudden smooshing under the wheels of my tank car.
And to you specifically old ass dude… I realize you are from an era when dinosaurs took up the entire field and you had to club them with a log to get where you were going and thus you feel some sense of entitlement to take the entire lane… at lunchtime… in the downtown area… going 3(ish) miles per hour, backing up cars for two blocks. But hear me now old dude… You are not entitled to this privilege. Bring a dino and maybe. Hug the cars on the side giving room for my large, but not canyonarrow sized, vehicle to go by you kindly and I will not feel the need to have my passenger door check you or honk unexpectedly as I pass your ear. We can have a peaceful coexistance. Much like you and the brontosaurus once had.
namaste,
sars
*****
you put up with my blithering… here is a treat.
The Black Keys: Howlin for You
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