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Ya seriously, I think Scrubs is really really really funny. I have every season too plus that wasn't a bad episode the music was really good

boy that is one of my favorite songs you sing

Not good at all, I need one. oh well I'll keep wishing money falls on my lap.

haha yeh stak is great. =)

This thing is going to sell and sell. I want one!!!

I don't know if it was Seinfeld or Scrubs who coined the term "question talker" ("Do I think that Scrubs is a good show? Yes I do. Do I want it to go off the air? No I don't.") But there's a variation on that which I hate even more, and that's people who don't think you can have a conversation for more than one sentence without a pause to confirm that the other person is still with you.

*ring* "Hello?"

"Hi, is Duane there?"

"Speaking."

"Duane this is Ron, from Sears?"

"Oh, hi, how's it going."

"You special ordered some tires online?"

"…Yes I did."

"Well, they're here?"

And so on. It's that lifting of the pitch at the end of every sentence that makes you just want to punch the person doing it. How hard is it to string three sentences together? "This is Ron from Sears, the tires you ordered online are in." Done!

You drastically underestimate the speed of my typing.

And then another half hour of your life wasted blogging about it.

Today in the supermarket I noticed a section of cookies in the bakery. Apparently these cookies were a special that they did not have often, as the sign – a computer generated thingie, not a hand written note – proclaimed "THERE BACK!"

It hurts my brain to read that, it really does. Do people not understand that it's not just bad spelling, but that you've actually created a new sentence (or a fragment of one) that makes no sense? Even if I took 3 seconds to try and parse out what exactly "there back" means before realizing that it's just a stupid person who works in the bakery, that's still 3 seconds of my life wasted because I know how to spell.
Sheesh.

thanks a latte..well that is hilarious.

i left my wallet in my other pair of moccachinos