I rarely care to read forwarded emails, or forward them myself. It’s usually an annoyance, an extra couple minutes I could have used for real productive things. But, at the office, they beat the hell outta working. And this one, by far, was the funniest forward I ever received. I then proceeded to email it to everyone I know and become “that girl”, but I hope it will make everyone else laugh out loud (no, really LOL!), as I did.
And now I am sharing it with you all, my internet friends. From an unknown “thought for the day” email forward (I bolded my favs):
Random Thoughts of the Day:
I wish Google Maps had an, “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can
think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell
my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you
realize you’re wrong.
I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This
recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never
be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t
work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically
fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all
know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards
or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually
becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting
90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s
laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little
bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the
only one who really, really gets it.
How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than
take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to
finish a text.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
LOL has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
My brother’s Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads.
Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired
about the name. He explained, “Cuz we beat you, and you hate us.”
Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all
I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod
and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up
to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and
instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I
know how to get out of my neighborhood
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the
shower first and THEN turn on the water.
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,
and you can wear them forever.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories
If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would
probably just be completely invisible.
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go
around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly
nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from; this shouldn’t be
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work
when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything
productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t
want to have to restart my collection.
There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are
going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me
if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I
swear I did not make any changes to. (insert Photoshop here for us webcomic people!)
“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching
TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge
me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching
this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the
room. Will we still be friends after this?’
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?
Darn-it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and
goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone
and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing
anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle,
then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not
know what time it is.
It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to
answer when they call.
Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car
keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on
the Donkey – but I’d bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button
from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every
My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would
happen if you ran over a ninja?” How do I respond to that?
I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or
Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw
they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words,
someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think
about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people
eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by
myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel fat before dinner.