If At First You Don’t Succeed, Cry, Cry Again
For some reason, this entry was wiped out when I tried to post it, so let’s hope I remember what I just wrote. And let’s hope it doesn’t happen again.
Re: last night’s post–Thanks to Teresa and Rabecca, who recognized whining when they saw it and took appropriate action!
I saw something on Facebook to the effect of “It’s great when someone sees you, screams your name, and runs to you!” I prefer it when people see me, scream my name, and run from me. And some of those people are police officers.
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Thanks to Lori (not to be confused with Laurie), for drawing my attention to the drug-dealer-and-alligator run. No, I didn’t make it up. Nor did I make up this 911 call: “My friend wants to start a website of men getting beaten up by women. It’d be consensual, so it’d be legal, right?”
Thought for the Day: If someone isn’t making sense on the Internet, blame either auto-complete or alcohol.