Leche Dulce Amorosa de Poopy

 

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I got a lot of new commenters....either my last post hit a nerve in a lot of different people or everyone is just trying to get on my next "Better Than Mail" post. I would like to think that everyone loves me so much that they just have to leave a comment or they will commit suicide.

On other news, I am currently in negotiations with a graphic designer to create a new graphic for me and my website. Okay, it is more like, I'm pleading with them to give me a good price for top of the line art work but you know....whatever. I think I'd be happy with a Walmart sticker at this point.

I'm also working on another part of my website that won't be apart of my blog, one part is really sappy, so I won't be talking about that right now, but the other part will consist of a list of all the pictures I've used in my blog as well as the pictures I send out on my notify list.

Here is a review I received on a blog from Genuine:

...I made my way on to My Life Is Better than Yours, which may be true, if you have a moment of peace and quiet in your life. This blogger shows me that I have a long row to hoe to be a funny blogger. This guy is hysterical. I laughed out loud a few times and quickly looked to see if anyone was watching. I had to keep reading. You will start your week right by reading this blog!
~ Genuine

Thank you!!! Now you need to go check Genuine out....he said all those great things about me, yet, he got a better review than I did from the weblog review. I received a 4.25 while he received a 4.5. Good stuff, now go see Genuine's blog.


Pisser....when I said your boobs looked like poop, I meant that in a good poopy way...as in - cheesy tasty good....as in - mama, la leche por favor.

Remember that Mausen Party I had awhile ago? Not really? well, it was like 4 weeks ago, I don't even really remember it. Anyways, one little tiny part I did not mention was, when everyone was in my office and everyone had a full glass of margarita, a knock was at the door.

3 girls jumped behind my door, and I cracked the door open about 2 feet. I poke my head through and it was an attorney standing there holding a file, and the first words out of his mouth were, "Why wasn't I invited?" He had a pathetic look on his face, the same look that you would see on a kid who gets chosen last on a sports team.

"Sorry, attorney's are not invited" I said cheerfully as I took the file and shut the door back in his face.

Back to the party.

So now, every time I see this attorney, he has to make some kind of comment about how he isn't invited to my parties and I shouldn't expect an invitation to the New Years Eve party that he throws. I know your sitting there while you're reading this thinking how exciting his New Years Eve parties must be because he is a patent attorney and you know he knows a lot of engineers and attorneys that party like Snoop Dog was in the house.

Well, his parties aren't like that.

Shocking. I know.

But it is true.

However, the parties are decent and he pays for everything....

PERK

He pays for everything? That's right, he pays for everything so you can bet your sweet tasty poopy boobies I want an invite cause everyone knows that I'm a cheap ass.

Today same attorney brings me some files and says, "Oh here, I was going to bring these to you on Friday, but I forgot I'm not invited to your office on Friday afternoons."

I have a sick feeling in my stomach that says this is the same way it starts in Post Offices right before the disgruntled employee comes back with a semi-automatic sub machine and starts killing people because he wasn't invited to the coveted Mausen Parties.

I take a deep breath while I check his pants for a 9 mm stashed away.

"Look, attorneys aren't invited because then it would be an Office Party...this is a Mausen Party. I can't legally invite you while I'm throwing a Mausen Party that is not sponsored by the company."

I was so impressed with myself and my statement about my Mausen Parties that I completely ignored his response while I was patting myself on the back. I realized I was ignoring him as he said goodbye and pathetically walked away. Then I got another sick feeling to my stomach that this is yet another reason why I should be killed first if he ever does come back with a semi-automatic sub machine gun.