What? Tomorrow's Friday

          Yes it is.

          Complaint:  Brett Favre.  Honestly, if you want to retire, then go for it.  If you don't want to retire, stop messing with the entire National Football League and stay.  It really is that simple.  I'm more bothered by you than Jimmy-Fallon-in-a-tree-pretending-to-be-Robert-Pattinson-being-bothered.

          Yeah.  That bothered.

          Also...  Your last name is all messed up.  It should be either spelt 'Farve' or pronounced 'Fav-ray'.  You decide, but you really ought to get that figured out., too.

          Complaint:  Kim Jong il.  You are a short little man and obviously a pushover if it only takes Bill Clinton to convice you.  I mean, you know he has lied before.

          Complaint:  That weird one-way, because when I biked into town the other day, I got very discombobulated about what road I should take, and almost was pancaked by an inconsiderate Toyota Sienna due to the lack of sidewalks on both roads.

          Complaint:  Big UPS trucks, especially when they ride on your butt all the way to Maple Grove even though your unintentional weaving and gas-breaking give you away as a very inexperienced driver.

          And you should nix the openly fruity brown shorts that are part of the men's uniform.  I swear those guys even wear them in the winter.  You really are influencing fruity behavior.

          Last complaint:  Birthdays, especially 16th ones that occur the day before school starts.  There are no words for you, you just really suck.

[Why is that bolded?  I can't figure out how to unbold it, so it will just kind of pop out of this entry for no reason at all, just because it enjoys being a little flamboyant every once in awhile.]

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