[Yes, I have a strange mixture of friends. These are a dozen more “status”
updates on Facebook this past weekend.]
“You’re so hot”, I whispered as I took a plate of food from the microwave.
Respect your parents. They passed school before there was Google.
I always say what I mean. Now, I might not mean to say it out loud, but I
always mean it.
Pilates? Oh, my. I thought we were going for “pie” and “lattes”.
I’m sorry, I’m not God. I can’t redefine what God says is marriage. And no,
I don’t hate anyone.
I’d slap the stupid out of you, but that would take all week.
What do you call a thousand Feds at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.
Bob, you have some funny friends. I am not one of them.
They say you are what you eat. Funny, I don’t remember eating any sexy beast
this morning.
I used to love slamming a phone down hanging up on telemarketers. Violently
pushing ‘end call’ just doesn’t do it for me.
Me, a morning person? Most days I’m not even an afternoon person.
I’m so old I used a rotary phone, listening to 45’s and watch a
black-and-white 11″ TV with aluminum foil on its rabbit ears.
Finally pulled the trigger and joined the NRA.
Stupid autocorrect. Always end up posting some thong you didn’t Nintendo.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”