Thursday, November 15, 2007

Total cop out post

So far NaBloPoMo has started off with a pretty pathetic showing from me. I'd love to say it's going to get better but if this stupid post means anything, it's only going to get worse. My Mom sent me this via email the other day. It made me laugh. And there's nothing quite like getting an email with the phrase "finally got laid" from your mother.

So yup, I'm posting an email forward. You wanna make something of it?

And I'm too lazy to play with the html and fix the font color issues. That's right. I'm a total blogging cop out. Sigh....

Anyway, here goes nothing. Literally.

"Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.

You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card - just the stone cold truth of our friendship.

1 When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.

2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.

7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want to catch whatever you have.

8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

9. This is my oath..... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask ?, "Because you are my friend".

Friendship is like peeing your pants: everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

Send this to "all 10" of your friends, then get depressed because you can only think of four!!! (don't send it back to me...I don't want to hear it!!!) And remember....when life hands you Lemons, get some tequila and salt and call me."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How is it to no longer be an office prisoner and instead, a gym rat for hire?