Authorities are learning more about the identity-theft ring that stole the identities of hundreds of people in Illinois, Maryland, Virginia, and Washington, D.C., including the identity of the wife of Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke. Court documents show that the ring stole a total of more than $2.1 million from its victims. Authorities say that one of the members of the ring, 38-year-old Shonya Michelle Young of Myrtle Beach, S.C., would use one of three wigs to impersonate her victims to obtain fake IDs and cash illegal checks in order to steal all the money from their bank accounts.
*smh* Lemme guess: That's a black chick?
I keep tellin' y'all to stop giving your kids these ghetto-assed names. I mean, really...Shonya? Rhymes with Tonya?
That's almost as bad as naming your brother's fraternal twin children "Deniece" and "Denephew".
Ever wonder how your workplace can be caught up with so much intrigue? You got this going on and that happening...so-and-so got caught doing this... The answer is readily apparent if this isn't your nature. You may not get it if you like reality shows, though.
People are freaking MESSY! Oh, my gawd! They're HORRIBLE With their mess!
Which is worse: messy? or stupid? A person can be messy because they're stupid. But, usually, the only way to be stupid because your messy is when the person you pissed off brains you with something heavy and turns into a drooling moron.
Sitting in the dark, I can't forget
Even now, I realise the time I'll never get
Another story of the bitter pills of fate
I can't go back again
I can't go back again…
But you asked me to love you and I did
Traded my emotions for a contract to commit
And when I got away, I only got so far
The other me is dead
I hear his voice inside my head…
We were never alive, and we won't be born again
But I'll never survive with dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
You told me to love you and I did
Tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit
So when I got away, I only kept my scars
The other me Is gone
Now I don't know where I belong…
We were never alive, and we won't be born again
But I'll never survive with dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Dead visions in your name
Dead fingers in my veins
Dead Memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart
Women think men don't feel the pain of a relationship's end. *smh*
This is Slipknot. SLIPKNOT!!!
That's METAL…and you can read the pain in those lyrics.
Maybe it's time that we stopped claiming all of the higher emotions to our respective sex and assigning the lower emotions to the opposite sex. Men and women are equally fucked up. How 'bout that?
Oh, my gawd! This dude is sitting here telling THE MOST BORING STORY THAT I'VE EVER BEEN FORCED TO OVERHEAR. This guy is The Most Interesting Man in the World's archenemy. I'm trying to not hear him. But, nooooooooooooo! He won't stop droning on about effing ePROMs. If I wasn't so allergic to the smell of prison (ass, testosterone and desperation), I'd strangulate him any minute now just so I don't have to hear him, any more.
Some dumbass just asked under their breath how I know what prison smells like. It's called hyperbole, dimbulb. Look it up.
We're up to twelve "Well, anyways" in this guy's stupid story. 20 minutes of rambling. He's boring the fuck out of a salesman. The irony of THAT shit just made me laugh.
Sixteen…
Seventeen…
I think he's done.
Dere iz uh gawd!!!
Nope…still rambling…
Thirty-five minutes of rambling, now.
I hope this dude never accidentally looks at the sun with those glasses. Those lenses would turn ambient sunlight into a braided laser that would burn through the back of his head like a hot knife through butter.
…of course, he'd be QUIET then.
Maybe I should point at the sky and say, "Hey, look!!!"
The effort of not laughing out loud at that left me dazed for a few seconds.
By the way, he's STILL talking.
Ugh!
Hell is: being stuck in line behind a sweaty, fat girl who's explaining to her friend all the stuff she doesn't eat.
…still talking.
I was reading a scroll of people who were discussing the Babelfish Translator. They were talking about the fact that it doesn't translate some things cleanly from English to other languages. I decided to test some phrases:
| English | Spanish | French | German |
| Boogawolf | lobo del booger | loup de booger | Boogerwolf |
| Gravy Beast | bestia de la salsa | bête de sauce au jus | Soßetier |
| Sweater meats | carnes del suéter | viandes de chandail | Strickjackefleisch |
| Fundament | fundamento | fondement | Fundament |
| Swagga | fanfarronería | air fanfaron | Prahlerei |
Honestly, I almost strained a muscle not laughing out loud at the "bête de sauce au jus". In my mind's eye, I could see a heavy chick cock her head to one side and ask, "Did you jus' call me a 'beast of sauce and juice"?!?" Now, I'm sitting here snickering like Muttley.
That dude finally shut up while I was translating.
Sat in that jail, I sat in that jail til I near about done rot to death. I know
what it like to wanna go somewhere and cain't. I know what it like to wanna
sing... and have it beat out 'ya. I want to thank you, Miss Celie, fo everything
you done for me. I 'members that day in the store with Miss Millie - I's feelin'
real down. I's feelin' mighty bad. And when I seed you - I know'd there is a
God. I know'd there is a God.
