It was nice that after three years of being the gifted/talented coordinator for the district you finally showed up to the high school. Forward progress! But please, remember your audience. They all knew the PSAT has no essay even if you did not. Also, it isn’t that unusual for underclassmen to be taking APCalc, especially if they are GT!
Senioritis is a real thing! 
Thank goodness it works OK. You would have been out on your ass so fast . . . .
you can’t regain our respect by covering us with bs compliments about how brilliant we are - what is that thing they say about a first impression?
To the butthole at work: Thank you SO MUCH for slacking off on YOUR responsibilities & leaving a huge mess for me to now clean up. And you even get paid MORE than I do! Unbelievable.
Hey Dad - get a grip. Your wife (my mother) was barely in the ground and you were already dating 1 of her good friends…who was STILL MARRIED AT THE TIME! And you lecture ME about values & morals?! Then you send literally every single scrap of memento & memory of your almost 4 decades with my mother and you ship it to me and my sister. And you wonder why we’re upset. You’ve thrown us all away. You even returned all of the pictures I gave you and Mom of your grandchildren. Apparently, we are too painful of a reminder of your dead wife.
You can go screw yourself for all I care. Under no circumstances is it acceptable to tell your kids (even if we are adults) about how you were mad at Mom because she wouldn’t screw you while she was undergoing daily radiation treatments and weekly chemo treatments. She cleaned your poop-stained underwear for almost 40 years and all you can think about is getting laid. You are pathetic. When my kids graduate from high school, you will not be invited. If they get married some day (assuming you’re still alive when that happens), I will not be sending you an invitation. Milestone celebrations are reserved for people who actually give a crap about us.
Oh yeah…and in case you’re wondering why I don’t answer your calls or respond to your emails or text messages anymore, calling me a horrible mother isn’t exactly going to get you any time with your grandchildren. You haven’t seen your grandkids in 2 years and you don’t speak to them, so how in the world would you even have a clue as to my parenting abilities? So have a nice life. Hope marrying that witch was worth it. She’s going to bleed you dry. Good luck with that.
You left your cell phone at my business.When you didn’t come back for it, I went out of my way to hand deliver it to you.
I wasn’t looking for a reward , but it would have been nice to at least get a thank you…
What ever happened to manners ?
If you don’t remember what horrible things you wrote, then you need to get help. The names were so awful that no one else will forget. You’ve hurt so many people yourself over the past year. Think about it.
What did you guys DO when you were supposed to be parenting him? He needed to make room in his budget for major purchases, not rely on you for that ALL THE TIME. We’re way into adulthood now. If you think that a good income fixes this problem, you could not be more wrong. Who is supposed to replace you in this role, I ask?
Thanks for not writing me a ticket yesterday, officer.
Herman wants to take a bite out of the Jersey shore it seems…just when we have little help to remove everything from 5 locations
OK my slightly younger-than-me friend, what do you think you’re doing having a serious cardiac event just after we get together after xx many years and you tell me about your burial plans?` Glad you’re basically ok but so not ready to even contemplate so so many things
Phew…
Comparing pencils sizes and guns is absurd and the most idiotic argument I have ever seen in FB.
Sorta fun to keep needing to change plans on you for a change…
Why does EVERY thread eventually have to turn into the Bragging Thread? I have to learn to stop reading after the second page or so.
I hate it when professors make you pay for online codes for homework. At least make them less expensive!!
Dear post office: how much worse can you get? Twice IN THE SAME WEEK I pay for either priority or express mail and my package is delayed. And then you make me come back a second time for a refund because the guy who authorizes refunds is gone at 3:30 PM. And then you ALMOST make me come back a third time because I “only” have my receipt/tracking number and not my carbon of the label. I would like the hour back you took from me this week.
Dear husband: please note that it’s the post office and not me who is responsible for your sister’s birthday package being delayed. Since you have never mailed one of my siblings a birthday package and couldn’t tell me when their birthdays are for a million dollars, it would be wiser not to suggest that I should have found a better way to mail your sister’s gift.
I hate my sister in law (she has more than earned it) and almost ended up punching her in the driveway of my mother’s house after my mother’s funeral. Sometimes I wish a family friend hadn’t stopped me …
Just finish the damn paper.
Amazing how many people in this world never learn the value of a heartfelt ‘thank you’.