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November 23rd, 2005, 05:51 PM
#1
Noclouds
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It's Going to be a Rotten Day when...
You wake up face down on the pavement.
You call suicide prevention and they put you on hold.
You see a 60 Minutes news team waiting in your office.
Your birthday cake collapses from the weight of the candles.
You want to put the clothes you wore home from the party and there aren't any.
You turn on the news and they're showing emergency routes out of the city.
Your twin sister forgot your birthday.
Your car horn goes off accidentally and remains stuck as you follow a group of Hell's Angles onto the freeway.
Your boss tells you not to bother taking off your hat.
The bird singing outside your window is a buzzard.
You wake up and your braces are locked together.
You call your answering service and they tell you it's none of your business.
Your blind date turns out to be your ex-wife.
Your income check bounces.
You put both contact lenses in the same eye.
Your pet rock snaps at you.
Your wife says "Good morning, Bill" and your name is George.
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November 23rd, 2005, 09:47 PM
#2
Inactive Member
Don't even joke about those pesky pet rocks. Mine's always plotting against me. Luckily, it doesn't have any friends either. The other rocks despise it, because they can't talk. Or so they tell me.
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November 24th, 2005, 02:31 AM
#3
Inactive Member
LOL those are a hoot clouds!!!
wish I had a pet rock
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November 24th, 2005, 03:28 AM
#4
Inactive Member
Here ya go Mum, Your very own vintage pet pock, His name is Gilbert, He was abused as a pebble and needs lots of TLC.
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