Mystified

Random blatherings, frequent lurking.

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Confession

I’ve spent a lot of time the past 2 weeks getting ready to go back to school and teacher work week isn’t until next week.

I’ve also spent way to much time playing ruzzle cause the game pisses me off.

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Thru process of elimination we have determined that the middle child is #11.
1- he was talking to the girls
2- he has the boo boo on his elbow wrapped
3- the coach yelled his name

At least he’s getting to play!

Thru process of elimination we have determined that the middle child is #11.
1- he was talking to the girls
2- he has the boo boo on his elbow wrapped
3- the coach yelled his name

At least he’s getting to play!

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jamietheignorantamerican:

do you ever just get to that point in an argument where you’re just done and the other person thinks that means they’ve won?

like no, you didn’t win. you’re not ‘right’. all that means is that you have literally exhausted me to the point where I don’t care anymore and I have opted out of continuing this discussion.

This happens when talking to teenagers often. What is it about 17 year old boys? Probably girls too, I just have boys.

(via mybigfatgaylife)

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The Zumba class I took at noon was in the same time slot formerly occupied by the seniorcise class bussed in from the nearest old folks home. 

It was like the set of Cocoon in there, except without the infusion of alien energy. I felt like a spring chicken. 

Somehow the dude instructor couldn’t figure out why they weren’t singing along and rubbing sexy moves with the choreography. 

1985 reference right there for ya. You’re welcome

The Zumba class I took at noon was in the same time slot formerly occupied by the seniorcise class bussed in from the nearest old folks home.

It was like the set of Cocoon in there, except without the infusion of alien energy. I felt like a spring chicken.

Somehow the dude instructor couldn’t figure out why they weren’t singing along and rubbing sexy moves with the choreography.

1985 reference right there for ya. You’re welcome

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