If I were to remove the filter between my brain and my mouth what would I say? and is it really necessary?
To the gas station attendent: What made you think that excessive purple eyeshadow coupled with glue-on rhinestones above your eyelashes was a GOOD idea?
To my boss: That seems like a lot of work on my part with no recognizable reward (what I said: Yes, I will take care of that)
To Mark: You know what I hate? when people (i.e., YOU) talk to me about their opinion while I'm trying to watch an 'objective' documentary
To President Obama: I would like to believe that you're going to do a fantastic job in office, but I honestly think you're going to screw it up
To the Walmart cashier who told me she wants to be a social worker: I hope you like the Walmart Cashier tax bracket. Cuz you're going to stay there if you become a social worker (oh wait, I DID say that.)
To my cousin, the preacher: Why do you do what you do, REALLY? I mean, you can't honestly think that you're doing something noble and meaningful and changing the world, when you're song leading at a tiny baptist church in a tiny Texas town, right?
To someone who shall remain unnamed: Why the hell did you choose what you chose when you had the world at your fingertips??
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