*Grumble grumble grumble*

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So I've been an epic crankypants lately, maybe more so than my normal self. I think it's because of consistent and repeated experiences with other people that makes me feel... UGH. I'm turning into such a grumpy old woman. I think I might end up being one of those super intense people who take videos nonstop so they can shame others on Stomp or something. 

Anyway, in case you're ever concerned that you're gonna bump into me and I might spit flames at you, or if you're just curious as to what constitutes acting like a giant douche turd on crack, no worries, here's a helpful chart for you:

Anyway, I'm pretty sure you guys and all your mates are totally awesome because only awesome people are associated with this blog - yup, all three of us. 

Hope you don't come across any butt monkeys any time soon, but I guess if you do, just be cool (unlike me). Who knows, maybe I'm the butt monkey for judging people...

Thanks for reading! 

Karma

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Sunglasses: Karen Walker

I'm sure I've mentioned before that the momster is a food hoarder, right? I'm always secretly (or not so secretly) chucking her food out because seriously just because it's frozen doesn't mean it's still edible omg woman get a grip. She thinks that the freezer is a magical paradise for food where nothing bad ever happens. So I make fun of her a lot.

Well, the momster went to Laos to do some charity and some sightseeing and clearly the joke's on me, I poisoned myself with my own food. I made some pasta and then had the leftover pasta the following day. Within 2 hours, I was retching. So basically, karma is a biatch. And I can't cook.

Love your moms guys, and don't make fun of your mom because it doesn't end well. Thanks for reading!