Thursday, December 01, 2005

"Do you bite your thumb at me, Sir?"

This is what I needed earlier today. Grr.


Blogger Exador said...

Definitely go with the fish slap; it works every time.

Besides, finding his mother and seducing her would take too long.

12/01/2005 07:43:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Yeah, and I'm perpetually short on funds. Buying a cod or some nice smoked salmon is going to be a lot easier than flowers and dinner and concert tickets and all that jazz.

12/01/2005 08:00:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Now that I've read what RogAb said, you are totally blowing this out of all proportion.

12/02/2005 12:37:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Well, thank god you're around to set me straight, then. I'd hate to think that I was misinterpreting his need to yet again let me know he thinks I suck--"I derive no real insights from your stuff"--as hostility. Clearly, you're right. I'll stop antagonizing him by responding to him in the outragious ways I have both at Kleinheider's and Coble's.

12/02/2005 01:00:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

You are taking that quote out of context. Even if you weren't does it bother you that someone MAY not care for every piece of navel lint you post online?

If anyone gains insight from my barely literate shenanigans, I'm doing something wrong.

12/02/2005 01:04:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I don't give a shit if he doesn't like what I write. I give a shit that he seems to take such glee out of making sure that I know it. That's what pisses me off.

Yes, it makes me a hypocrite, but there you go.

12/02/2005 01:07:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Well, I think we've made some real progress today. Unfortunately, our time is about up.

12/02/2005 01:08:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Fine, just add the therapy session to the rest of my bill.

12/02/2005 02:02:00 PM  

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