Dear Family and Friends: I’ve recently received some chain letters in my email and feel compelled to clear up a few things.
I’ve already had the shock of my life. It turns out the world does NOT revolve around me.
I don’t need my true love to call me, as he is in the bedroom sleeping. What I really need is for him to stop using my living room as a hamper.
If the “worst disease ever” happens to fall upon me, I’ll survive. I have a great doctor AND a great drug dealer.
I feel sorry for the man who lost 40,000 dollars because he didn’t forward the chain letter, however, I’m only at risk for losing about 10 bucks since that’s all I have to my name. I’ll take my chances.
I’m not intimidated by “bad luck”. I’m broke, I can’t find my cool socks, my roof is leaking and I pee a little every time I sneeze. Bring it.