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The Famewhore Squirrel Welcomes Motherfuckers to Sarcastic Bastard. It's not easy being THE SPOKESWHORE OF AMERICA, but sometimes a bitch has got to sacrifice! SARCASTIC BASTARD BLOG
About Me
- Sarcastic Bastard
- I am a Gen-X, lazy, manic-depressive bastard, with an eating disorder, OCD, and a propensity for alcoholism. I am basically hell to live with, but I enjoy red wine, Ritalin, reality TV, and disdainful cats. This description could also be useful as a personal ad for a dating service.
14 comments:
HA! I am SO going to outlive my husband. Dude is a talker.
Are you mad at me back? You know I love you. The Indians were wrong. Because there are old ladies out there who have talked non-stop for 97 years and are still breathing and tiny babies who haven't said a word but died.
But I'll shut up if you really want me too because I really do love you.
Steph,
So is the guy I'm seeing.
Jeannie,
How could my grouchy ass be mad at you EVER?
Love you two!
Makes sense to me. I wish everyone would shut the hell UP!
At first I thought you were talking about so many words as in vocabulary... then I realized you're on about how many words uttered. Well what with this striving after foreign tongues and the amount of yapping I do (perhaps I was a cairn terrier in a previous existence?)...I'm already well and truly fucked
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This post particularly applies to my life today, and I am sure that you can guess why. Will you please come shut her up for me?
Dish,
I would if I could, sistah.
Love you.
Gledds,
God would spare you because you are entertaining.
Love,
SB
If that is true dear, I would have been dead about 3 years ago. Thank you so much for making me laugh. God knows I need it.
Lori,
You are loved. Happy to make you laugh.
I can kind of understand that idea - it would make one truly think about everything they said. We would not waste so much breath on useless utterances. I find myself talking just for the sake of talking all too often; or trying to fill uncomfortable silences when I'm with people I could never speak to again and really not care. Lately I've been feeling that vibe strongly: If I don't have something really worth saying, I've been trying not to say it. Hopefully I'll live a longer life because of it.
I've missed you SB!!!
Love, Nellie
Nellie,
And I have missed you. Hope all is well.
Love,
SB
Does commenting on this post count? If so, my life is about 15 days shorter. Thanks, SB. Ooops, that's now 17. Er, 21...23...
Headbang8,
Nope. Written word doesn't count, only spoken shit.
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