I slightly feel bad for posting this.

because:
1. he was a really nice guy.
2. he really loved his bird.
3. he had NO idea what he was posing for.

But, like, don't, okay?

NO.

My lover, my fried. FRIED!?! Ugh. Only this would happen to me. Seriously. I go into Ralph's and get my boyfriend a birthday cake and since we are always jokingly saying "you're my lover, you're my friend" I thought it would be funny to put it on his cake, ya know. Too bad the poor, sweet, lil old hispanic woman didn't understand the humor behind it OR how to spell. 

NO.

When you think you've seen it all, guess again. 

NO.

To the person driving next to me in rush hour on the 10,

I hope you're a basketball coach... and if so,  you don't need to do this to your truck. We get it, you love basketball.

Sincerely,

NO.

I am not even kidding...there was only a tiny amount of space for the driver to drive. The seat all the way forward. You know? Like, who in their right mind would do this?

THROW IT OUT.

NO.

**Warning: You may throw up in your mouth after this post**

First of all, if you're wondering what this is in my hand, let me just tell you. A TOE NAIL. Okay, let me just get straight to the point. I was eating sour patch kids and you know how at the very end there's a huge amount of sugar? Well, I am one of those nasty people who dip their finger in it and lick it off , right? Well, NEVER AGAIN. So I did this.. and I felt something hard in my mouth. And what was it that I found.. not only sugar, but THIS. YES, THIS. A TOE NAIL. If you are wondering why I am writing in caps..because WHO WOULDN'T FREAK OUT OVER A TOE NAIL IN THEIR MOUTH.... THAT IS NOT THEIRS. Eww. Eww. Eww. Okay, I gotta go throw up now.

NO.