I Read Banned Books

I have been awful at commenting back on my comments the past few weeks. I know; it’s a cardinal blogging sin not to respond to each and every comment made. Therefore, I am going to comment back Thursday Thirteen style to some of my best comments over the last two weeks of the Cult of Insanity. In the parentheses, you can link back to the post to which I holla back and send me more comments.

1. Not only was it spoken in that shrill, bimboesque girl tone that you hear in your head when reading it, but I said it loudly and proudly. (Out of Context)

2. No, you don’t want to know why there was fruit cocktail in his nose. It’s a long, juicy story. (Out of Context)

3. One of Mr. UTI’s (No, he doesn’t have an infection, but it is an addiction.) bench warrants was for a previous possession of a controlled substance offense. Can you say “fell through the cracks”? (The Slap Heard ‘Round the Hood)

4. Maroon is a dark red; I love its combination of earthiness and nobility. Oranges are the perfect balance of sweet and sour … like me. (If I Were)

5. Note to self: Purchase a 30-day supply of underwear to avoid laundry at all costs. (Laziness …)

6. I am learning to curse in Spanish to keep up with the Garcias. (Expletives Encouraged)

7. Suicide is painless. For Jebus’ sake, I am just joking. I wanted to emphasize that I only had TWO evaluations left to write. I received a ton of private emails for this post. I love that you all worry about me, but I would never hurt myself, but “here is something you can’t understand … how I could just kill a man.” (And Then There Were Two)

8. No offense, but “You guys are retarded!” Napolean Dynamite is a genius! (Do a Little Dance. Make a Little Love. Get Down Tonight.)

9. I have been actively seeking another job or a promotion for over one year now. In the meantime, I get to piss and moan about my fucktacular job occasionally. You know you love reading my little adventures at In Da Hood Middle School. In other news, the parent was ten minutes late to her appointment because she forgot what time it was, and I told DWP that I would not do it ever again. (Thankless)

10. The best place to catch one of my smackdowns is at Walmart where all the freak show wannabes hang out 24/7. I am there weekly, usually Sundays, when whole families or clans of freaks beg to be enlightened with my superior intellect and sarcastic attitude. * Snort * (Aren’t We Just a Little Freak of Nature?)

11. “Left foot. Right foot. Feet. Feet. Feet. Oh how many feet you meet.” (Odd Duck)

12. After ranting and raving, calling in every favor known to man, and jumping through a serious of bureaucratic hurdles, Ice-T has been reassigned to a specialized school and withdrawn. The immediate change in the school climate is euphoric. (Hypothetical Post)

13. Who says the Mafia is not still alive in Vegas? A visit to Hugo’s Cellar with your love muffin is like a journey into old school Vegas past. Forget the five star restaurants with the brand name chefs on the Strip. Go there. You will not be disappointed. Capiche? (To Infinity & Beyond)

BONUS: Nina, forget my baby rock. Kili is in your stars. (Obstacles Are What You See When You Take Your Eyes Off the Goal)

I promise to be a better comment follower. Keep feeding my comment box:

Let me hear you say this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
(This shit is bananas)
(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)

I know. I know. I am fucking fabulous.