Dear graduating class,
How much fun did we have last week? Way to be the 346th graduating class of one of the 10 oldest high schools in the nation – you’ve done us all proud.
Who gets a cold in June? Oh me. Awesome.
feel free to cook yourself this week. Seriously. Oh and laundry, while we’re at it, folding yourself would be key.
While I’m getting a kick out of loading up the live feed from the spill every morning, enough is enough. Also, blaming the sickness of the workers on food poisoning – f’in classy. If the plan is to be more evil than Haliburton, well you’re doing a good job on that one. High Five.
Dear Ray Allen,
um. I love you. I have since I was 16. Last night – 8 from behind the line . . . awesome. Oh and Doc – I’m not sure how you managed to coach with freakin’ Jack Nicholson an inch behind your ear all night – but good job anyhow.