<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:26:55.698-08:00</updated><category term='grammar'/><category term='CL ad'/><category term='TV'/><category term='consideration'/><category term='poor parenting skills'/><category term='tiger'/><category term='Black History Month'/><category term='goat'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='christmas spirit'/><category term='words I hate'/><category term='modern business manager'/><category term='pirates of penzance'/><category term='Staples'/><title type='text'>I'm just sayin'....</title><subtitle type='html'>Snarky things sometimes need saying.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-5128444959747803971</id><published>2009-12-04T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:04:58.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor parenting skills'/><title type='text'>Bad Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last weekend I was visually assaulted by a level of stupidity and sheer arrogance (two things that should NEVER meet!) that I had never before seen in my life. I have to get this off my chest.  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  I was in the grocery store parking lot getting ready to turn into a parking space.  Thank God for the brakes that came with my used car, as I had to slam them on to avoid colliding with a preschool age boy as he darted out into the parking lot. As I waited for the boy to be contained by his father, I had a chance to take in the situation.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  This man had 4 little boys, all appearing to be between the ages of 2 and 5, all of them were having a wonderful time playing what appeared to be tag while running between cars at some points even into traffic. How sweet. The doting imbecile father had another future imbecile in his arms, (another boy, probably about 9-10 months), as he very slowly corralled his offspring and glared at me as he crossed into the store. I bit my tongue and refrained from leaning on my horn as he waved his finger and shook his head at me while in front of my car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  After parking my car and entering the store, I was not surprised to see his four little angels merrily decimating a Christmas display while he was trying to get the baby into a cart. I took the chance to glare him down and shake my head (I became my mother for one minute!). At that point Mr. Imbecile proceeded to scream at me, asking me why I hated children so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  Lets get this straight, asshat. I DO NOT hate children. I LOVE children, I happen to have a gorgeous daughter myself. What I took offense to was this idiot thinking that because he lacked the;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  a. Ability&lt;br /&gt;b. Initiative&lt;br /&gt;c. Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;...to monitor and supervise his own offspring, it was the general public's responsibility to do so. Too many people do that - they give the rest of us responsible and courteous parents a bad rap by bringing their jam handed little monsters out in public to do their evil deeds, and never once do the doting mommies or daddies even blink an eye. I am not saying my daughter was a perfect angel in public, I have taken her out of restaurants on a few occasions before she could wreck the rest of the patrons meals. But here is the difference between me and Mr. Imbecile: I took my child home when she went berserk, he let his loose on a Christmas tree in our local grocery store.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  This man had 5 children, who if they have anything in common with their dad, could produce between them 25 children. Mathematically that makes 30 more idiots in this world! My words to this man were simple. I told him that I didn't hate children, that I love children, but I hate stupid people who create stupid children and then don't give those children any guidance, resulting in those little cretins growing up into stupid adults who will make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; stupid children... and that the one good thing he's doing is teaching them to play in traffic.. so perhaps the laws of natural selection would come into play and the world may be spared any of his offsprings' offspring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  Please, you gigantic asshat, next time you touch your obviously over-fertile wife, bag it. The world is full of out-of-control nitwits, your contribution of 5 more is enough.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-5128444959747803971?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/5128444959747803971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=5128444959747803971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/5128444959747803971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/5128444959747803971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-parenting.html' title='Bad Parenting'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-2927583316501571787</id><published>2008-02-21T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:27:17.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL ad'/><title type='text'>Thank you CraigsList</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mcn.org/1/rrparks/fortross/images/otter02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.mcn.org/1/rrparks/fortross/images/otter02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RE: Otterman for Sale - $1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reply to: sale-581164014@craigslist.org&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2008-02-20, 10:42PM EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otterman for sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green otterman for sale. 38Lx30Wx18H. This otterman is in very good shape. I'm selling this only because it doesn't match my new living room set. Best reasonable offer take it. Call 603-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * This item has been posted by-owner.&lt;br /&gt; * Location: Chester,NH&lt;br /&gt; * it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how he was caught... that elusive Otterman. Some say he's a legend. Not real. Others say he's best friends with Bigfoot and has had several play dates with the Locheness monster. Either way, he has not been seen for years and thought extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, NOW we KNOW!&lt;i&gt;(and knowing is half the battle)&lt;/i&gt; He's being held captive in Chester NH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE!!! Beware the creature of the cute little face and fearsome cracking of clams on the belly .... Beware of the &lt;strong&gt;OTTERMAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeep!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for the endless amusement I get from reading the posts there... as well as from posting replies. Oh yes, I know I'm not supposed to reply in the for sale area, but I simply cannot help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-2927583316501571787?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/2927583316501571787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=2927583316501571787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/2927583316501571787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/2927583316501571787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-craigslist.html' title='Thank you CraigsList'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-8557643469947391018</id><published>2008-02-15T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:14:00.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL ad'/><title type='text'>Yes... YET another Craigslist Asshat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R7YIf1iyv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/ruJ117uZkZc/s1600-h/Region+Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R7YIf1iyv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/ruJ117uZkZc/s320/Region+Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167326965496201026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... as I'm perusing Craigslist this morning I see a post for a wall hanging that I've looked at in Ikea several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only looked since I really want a picture this size, but I want one of Houston TX, not NYC. Plus, the $199.00 price tag for something I don't totally want is a bit more than I'm willing to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured "Cool! I'll get it cheaper and be happy with it!" ...HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R7z6bFiyv1I/AAAAAAAAANI/Zn1ffbZqxQM/s1600-h/ikeanyc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R7z6bFiyv1I/AAAAAAAAANI/Zn1ffbZqxQM/s320/ikeanyc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169281815566008146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The individual that seems to think that they can pull one over on a huge multitude of people listed the $199 picture at $300!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I happen to KNOW it's $199, I email the mouth-breather who posted it up.. basically saying wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. this weeks "Craigslist Ass-hat Award" goes to the lovely participant who, when I emailed asking WHY she was trying to scam people responded with a well thought out, highly intelligent reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"its supposed to say 200 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  and how would u know what it cost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. It's called the Internet, Captain Obvious. Seriously, you (Or should I say "u") laboriously lame imbecile! Did you honestly think that NO one may have seen that particular item?? As if you purchased this in the far off, foreign land of "Stoughton Mass" and no one would ever know you were trying to pull a fast one? It's Ikea, you dolt! The reason the store is so popular is because *gasp* people GO there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... it says $300... Not $200 (which is STILL a dollar OVER what you paid!! Dumb ass!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet tap-dancing Christ. Seriously... the stupidity of people never ceases to astound me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, dear CL poster, are a total and complete ass-hat. Congrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-8557643469947391018?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/8557643469947391018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=8557643469947391018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/8557643469947391018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/8557643469947391018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-yet-another-craigslist-asshat.html' title='Yes... YET another Craigslist Asshat.'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R7YIf1iyv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/ruJ117uZkZc/s72-c/Region+Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-4936995655986431768</id><published>2008-02-12T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T04:24:19.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><title type='text'>As a side note:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't send a resume that is chock-full of typographical errors and.... well.... stupidity. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I've found this nifty program called "Spell Check". It is widely available, and I'm betting that whatever you're using to write your resume probably comes equipped with said proggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use it. Use it again. Use it again and then maybe try one more time. Then print out the resume and check every single word. Hand your resume to your neighbor, ask them to read and correct it. A passing police man? Yes, hand it to them to. The bag-boy at your local supermarket? No. Don't hand it to him. He's bagging groceries and probably not all that bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't do that and send your resume in with errors? Please understand that you WILL be mocked... viciously. We do read them. We do pass them about and make nasty comments about just how much of a mouth-breather you really are. We do. Honestly. Do you WANT to know that an entire company is pointing and laughing at what you've written down about your entire working life? No. That would be too much to bear and in the end you'd probably rather staple your upper lip to your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... use spell check/grammar check for fucks sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-4936995655986431768?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/4936995655986431768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=4936995655986431768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/4936995655986431768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/4936995655986431768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-side-note.html' title='As a side note:'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-5126593812953787358</id><published>2008-02-09T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:51:34.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black History Month'/><title type='text'>Walgreens Celebrates Black History Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R65yYliyvyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jPwqs69pN5s/s1600-h/Cotten-balls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R65yYliyvyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jPwqs69pN5s/s320/Cotten-balls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165191589361008418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sort of? - Honestly... Maybe I'm reading something into this simply because I tend to be slightly warped, but cotton balls is how Walgreens celebrates Black history month?? Are they trying to say "Good job on that whole being black thing! Here's some cotton that wasn't picked by slaves!"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me nuts. I so want to know if the person that put that sign up was snickering the entire time, or if they simply were incredibly dense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eh... Happy Black History month... swab your face or dab some ointment on or whatever it is you do for celebration. At least they didn't put the sign over a display of fried chicken and Maddog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-5126593812953787358?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/5126593812953787358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=5126593812953787358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/5126593812953787358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/5126593812953787358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/02/walgreens-celebrates-black-history.html' title='Walgreens Celebrates Black History Month...'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/R65yYliyvyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jPwqs69pN5s/s72-c/Cotten-balls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-7949321439780515332</id><published>2008-01-22T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T04:21:11.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words I hate'/><title type='text'>An open letter to...erm... Everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;People, I am begging you to spend some time perusing the closest thesaurus, dictionary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encyclopedia&lt;/span&gt; or perhaps a few "Dixie Cups" to find some new words. Here are the things people say that seriously irritate me and I feel the need to spout off about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My Bad"&lt;/span&gt; ...  STOP IT! It's not cute or funny. Its ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ghetto"&lt;/span&gt; ... To anyone under the age of 30... not everything is "ghetto." Cease and desist immediately with describing everything that is of middling or poor quality as being "ghetto." Ignoring the fact that it is mildly offensive, it is also indicative of lazy thinking. It isn't really a good metaphor. Or kenning, as the case may be. . Or may I suggest using it sparingly if you simply cannot help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I could care less"&lt;/span&gt; ... Repeat that statement in your head a few times and think about it. Go ahead... I'll wait.   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . Are you comprehending this? If you are attempting to show your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disdain&lt;/span&gt; for someone or some thing, saying you COULD care less does not quite hit the mark. Think before you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irregardless"&gt;Irregardless&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; ... Seriously. Think for yourselves. Yes, you may have heard this word being bandied about, but this does not mean you need to use it in conversation as well. It's not truly a word. It's not a word that makes any sense if you break it down to its true forms. It is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-word. Don't use it. Seriously. I will slap you with something large, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ouchy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bappy&lt;/span&gt; if you feel the need to try and use this pompous sounding word in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me... there's more, but I have to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another Grammatical issue I despise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your vs. You're. &lt;/span&gt; This pisses me off. I'm not kidding. "You're" is basically You Are. "Your" is "That belongs to you". SO ... class... If you want to, say, go on a forum and tell people you dislike them because their mental aptitude is sub-par.... saying "Your all a bunch of idiots! You should get you're heads examined!" is bad. Bad poster, Bad Poster!! *slaps you with a newspaper*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-7949321439780515332?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/7949321439780515332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=7949321439780515332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/7949321439780515332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/7949321439780515332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/01/open-letter-toerm-everyone.html' title='An open letter to...erm... Everyone.'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-1618078835163579848</id><published>2008-01-13T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:49:17.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just made me giggle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/static.onmylist.com/list_item_images/39027/my-first-rave_list_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 304px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/static.onmylist.com/list_item_images/39027/my-first-rave_list_view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-1618078835163579848?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/1618078835163579848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=1618078835163579848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/1618078835163579848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/1618078835163579848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-just-made-me-giggle.html' title='It just made me giggle....'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-8545407316088311133</id><published>2007-12-28T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:36:47.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger'/><title type='text'>The more I know of people....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecoles.cstrois-lacs.qc.ca/endl/anglais/images/tiger-info0%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecoles.cstrois-lacs.qc.ca/endl/anglais/images/tiger-info0%5B1%5D.gif" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.... the more I like cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tatiana the Tiger. I swear... if I hear one more "Oh those poor people at the zoo that got hurt!" Meh... those people were either;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Not fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;b. Too tasty looking for their own good&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;c. Cosmically stupid enough to start teasing a large fuck-you-up type animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of those makes it their own damn fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="georgia md" id="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoo officials and police authorities have not ruled out the possibility that the victims may have dangled a limb over the animal's enclosure, helping the big cat escape." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Wtf? You know I'm on the cats side, but this is just silly. Officials are trying to blame the escape on someone "dangling a limb" over the wall??? Seriously!? For fucks sake... teenage guys are going to be stupid, just as a tiger is going to want to bite the flesh bags that are teasing her. Maybe the zoo should have anticipated something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing... The tiger escaped, attacked and killed and did all sorts of bitey - bitey badness on people.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Well yeah....HE'S A FREAKIN' TIGER&lt;/span&gt;! It's what tigers do. Tigers would be far less exciting if their nature lead them to play chess while wearing a robe and slippers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="georgia md" id="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I blame the zoo. Zoos need to be designed to keep the humans out of the animal enclosures. Animals are are animals... they're amoral and opportunistic - only a human can be deeply deeply stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end... Aside from the loss of the tiger, I find that the real tragedy here is that Rosie O'Donnell wasn't at that zoo wearing an extra-large meat sweater on Tuesday around 5 p.m. That woulda been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-8545407316088311133?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/8545407316088311133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=8545407316088311133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/8545407316088311133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/8545407316088311133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-i-know-of-people.html' title='The more I know of people....'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-2467755366424223260</id><published>2007-12-26T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:59:06.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Staples'/><title type='text'>Open letter to the Staples Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Dearest Staples Company; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I have recently purchased the "memo holder" from you. It's the cute little egg shaped type paper holder, which was supposed to make my work day/typing life easier and more organized. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Unfortunately, the Staples Memo Holder is the most ill-conceived, badly designed, useless piece of plastic I’ve had the bad luck of purchasing. It will hold a sticky note in a somewhat upright manner, but that’s about it. I can sticky a sticky note to my cube wall, no need for a memo holder. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The reason I write is not to amuse you with my witty meanderings, but to take out the frustration of my less productive, less organized work day angst on the company that has supplied me with this useless desk decoration. Please understand, my memo holder is simply the final straw in an already long line of Staples brand mishaps. I already have to fight with my Staples brand stapler (Seriously, how ironic is THAT?) The Staples brand tape I purchased constantly rips in odd ways, making me have to go through fits of anger while trying to peel it off the roll correctly, and now this. “The Memo Holder of Suckiness” (I used a name brand sticky note to label it that so other co-workers wouldn’t inadvertently purchase one of these. I would have used my Staples brand sticky notes, but they would have fallen off instantly)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So, other than taking up some of my downtime, I felt the need to email you about how disappointed I am in Staples since most stores put out their own name brand you can expect the quality of said item to be fairly close to the name brand, but it seems to me that Staples has definitely missed the mark. I’m unsure if perhaps you’ve farmed out the manufacturing of your “Staples Brand” to a third world country and required the workers there to have frontal lobotomies before entering your factory, or if maybe you’ve started some odd work release program for Jerry Springer guests to be able to make a few bucks and buy a new tooth, or if it is simply that I’ve had the unfortunate luck of purchasing the ONLY badly made products you’ve put out (highly doubtful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt; Either way, I’m out roughly $4.00 and have this small black plastic thing sitting on my desk mocking my need for a suitable office product that would hold my paper up while I type. (It does mock me, by the way. Its smarmy little plastic face sneers at me each time I try once again to make it do it’s job… I’ll eventually toss it out my window and let it brave the world alone).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/span&gt;I've had a reply from Staples, and although I'm still angry at the damn Memo Holder of Suckiness, I'm impressed with the fast response and obvious customer satisfaction attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hello Jenna,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I am very sorry to hear you are unhappy with several of our Staples Brand Products. Rest assured we take our customers feedback very seriously. So much so, that I have sent you feedback to our Quality team and our Product Development team.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I am also quite surprised you have to fight with your Staples Stapler. We have received numerous positive comments from customer on our Stapler. I would love to hear your feedback on why you are fighting with it. Perhaps we can assist you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Because of your frustration level I am sending you out a coupon for 25.00. I also would like to apologize to you on behalf of Staples. You should receive it within 7 days Jenna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thank you also for the witty yet informative feedback. It's greatly appreciated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;If you need further assistance please feel free to contact us again and refer to case ID ######. We are open from 8am-8pm Mon-Fri EST.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Staples Brand Product Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My response back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Staples Brand Product Support person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I really do appreciate your prompt assistance and your generous compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stapler seems to never quite complete the job. It staples, but they're not firmly stapled. The papers seem to be loosely held together and of course the metal ends are sharp and jabby. I grab my much needed stapled paperwork to dash off to my boss's office and end up arriving there with small stabby marks, making it seem as if I've had a run in with a very small vampire on my way. (I briefly considered using my puncture wounds as a means to gain some workman's compensation, but I assume I'd also have to produce the small offending vampire, which may prove difficult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, attached you'll find that someone else has also answered case ID 119591. Since I simply had written to vent frustration, not for financial gain, I felt I should let you know that another offer of compensation was made. I could, of course, see if I could get both offers conjoined into one, but that may be pushing it. No one's quite that witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you for replying and for the gift certificate. A few minutes of my time pointing out a flaw and I have the option of perhaps finding a different memo holder at one of your stores that will not mock my organizational needs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-2467755366424223260?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/2467755366424223260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=2467755366424223260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/2467755366424223260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/2467755366424223260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2008/02/open-letter-to-staples-company.html' title='Open letter to the Staples Company'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-2795344967832500147</id><published>2007-12-23T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:17:55.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consideration'/><title type='text'>Why is common courtesy so difficult?</title><content type='html'>How is it that people can be SO totally lacking in common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt;? It's called "common" courtesy because it's common. As in "widespread; general; ordinary:&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great place, beautiful architecture, tons of room, decent price... but unfortunately the worst parking situation on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are exactly 7 spots. Each spot is assigned to one of the 4 apartments. Mine being the largest, I get two spots. This means no Holiday parties or get-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;, since I cannot in good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; have people over and then ask them to park on Concord Street. Because of this, we are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of parking closely and making sure everyone else has room to get in and out. I've made sure that my daughters boyfriend (who is typically the occupant of my second parking spot) knows to park close and carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet several times I've come home and found someone in my second parking space (typically someone visiting the other apartments). It really seriously pisses me off. Why is it that I can be careful and considerate of the other parking lot occupants, and the others who live here cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I came home fairly late after catching a movie (National Treasure 2 rocks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) to find some huge ass truck parked in my main spot. My alternate spot was already occupied by the kids fella, so I sat out in my car honking my horn (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;futilely&lt;/span&gt;) waiting for someone to notice and send their friend out to move their truck. Nothing. No one came out. So I said Screw it and parked my car right up behind the truck. To say I parked close would be an understatement. Because of where my parking space is there was no way anyone was getting out. BUT.. since I had already brought up to the old guy that manages the apartments in my landlords absence that I find my spot gone often, and he said "Yeah, that happens" without much remorse or advice, I decided that causing a parking catastrophe would be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 45 minutes later someone rang my bell. I went out and the guy was apologetic about being parked there and asked if I would move my car. I said sure and grabbed my coat ( was going to blast the guy, but since he was all apologetic I figured why make it worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and there was a bunch of the typical young bar fly type guys. You know, all baseball cap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wearin&lt;/span&gt;' tough guys that probably think they're bad-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt;. I jump in my car, shut the door and start to put the key in when my car suddenly lurches. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yanno&lt;/span&gt; why? The fuck-wits started backing up without giving me 3 seconds to move. I rolled down my window and started slamming on the back of their truck while holding down my horn. I'm screaming. Finally they moved up a bit. I jumped out of the car and ran up to the fuck-wit's driver window... the guy is just staring at me. I actually had to tell him to roll the window down...like what...does my red, kicky hair-cut and sedate black Coach purse indicate I'm going to shank him or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Roll down the window, you ass-hat!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck-wit: &lt;/span&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"You just hit my damn car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck-wit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"No I didn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"I beg to differ Captain Obvious,  you just rolled back and hit my car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck-wit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"When?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"Last Thursday.... when do you think!? You friends with the people upstairs??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck-wit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"Do you know where you just were? Are you drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck-wit:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"Um. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;"OK... I'll take it up with them. They can give me your information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump back into my car and pull way up to let the ass hat out. He jumps out and starts looking at my car with his friend. At this point, ass hat and his buddy start being really damn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm sorry, I wasn't being malicious. I didn't realize that I had rolled back. Where is the car damaged?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have no clue. It's 10pm, dark, and raining like a bitch. I'll look tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. If there's damage we can just trade insurance. "&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Give me your name and phone number".&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously.... where did the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;" come from?! I so despise that in conversation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... the shaved-head-ass-hats get going, I move back into my spot, and the people who live out back say NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now was it really nice that I parked behind his car? No. But did they honestly expect that I would trudge around to all the apartments late at night in the rain and start knocking asking who's in my spot? No. He was an idiot, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how hard is it to simply be considerate? Either the people living in that apartment should have told their friends they can't park there, or the guy should have come out when I beeped. And while on this rant, why the hell doesn't this guy who "manages" the apartment make sure people know to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ONLY &lt;/span&gt;park in their assigned spots?! He had no problem chasing me down when he thought we had put our trash cans closer than 3 feet to his on trash day. He practically ran down the other tenants in the parking lot to tell them to make sure to leave that 3 feet space... yet he can't say "Hey, there's not visitor parking"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;. I am seriously hating stupid people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-2795344967832500147?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/2795344967832500147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=2795344967832500147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/2795344967832500147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/2795344967832500147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-is-common-courtesy-so-difficult.html' title='Why is common courtesy so difficult?'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-717453006098004734</id><published>2007-12-23T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:33:09.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas spirit'/><title type='text'>The Craigslist Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>ugh. Damn "I'm so much better than you and I'll tell you so because God loves us all!" people. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this lovely "Christmas" message today on Craigslist. It's a message of Hope, of Love, of the Christmas Spirit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freakin' pickle sniffer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of you should be ASHAMED of yourselves!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;hr style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Reply to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sale-517750599@craigslist.org?subject=All%20of%20you%20should%20be%20ASHAMED%20of%20yourselves%21%21%21" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sale-517750599@craigslist.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Date: 2007-12-23, 10:23AM EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How do you people sleep at night??? Do you realize that you are all toy scalpers and tax cheats?? Does that make you feel good?? That you would scalp a toy that could brighten a child's Christmas morning just to make a few measly bucks?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Not to mention the fact that when you buy something for $250, then sell it for $400 or so, that the $150 you just made is TAXABLE INCOME. Do you fill out a 1099 for the profit that you made? Do you report your fair share to the IRS?? Of course not, because you are all SCUMBAGS, that's why! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you scum-sucking lowlifes that have thousands of dollars to buy up all of the hottest toys and resell them to make a profit. Why don't you try getting a REAL, HONEST, job, one where you are actually do work and not rob children of toys for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the spirit of the Holiday Season, I forgive all of you, but I would hope that you would turn from your evil (yes, I said evil, for the Maker will judge you on Judgment Day.) "Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, but render unto God what is God's). Are you actually doing that?? No, you are not because you are all tax cheats. The good thing is that the IRS is going to start cracking down on all of this and will look for patterns on volume buys on toys, so you better start producing the 100s of Wii's you bought for Christmas and took away from little children...you really are huge POSs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Merry Christmas to all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "The Insider"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously, since I feel the need to bap people, I responded....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;RE: All of you should be ASHAMED of yourselves!!! - $1 (reality)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I mean.... I totally agree with your basic message, but that's got to be the scariest, evilest, vile sounding post I've read in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas spirit does &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; mean you get to flame and damn people with your words, then add a "I forgive you" addendum and expect that makes it ok to do so. That's kind of like beating someone, then saying "Sorry" and expecting it to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do some research on the Christmas Spirit. The knuckle dragging mouth breathers that are reselling toys at a higher price will have Karma to deal with. You are not all powerful, or omni-present... so shut it and let the powers that be do their job. Your vile spewing post proves you are certainly not the one for that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrily,&lt;br /&gt;Someone irritated with a pompous ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table summary="craigslist hosted images"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-717453006098004734?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/717453006098004734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=717453006098004734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/717453006098004734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/717453006098004734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/12/craigslist-christmas-spirit.html' title='The Craigslist Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-7072679591336914538</id><published>2007-11-17T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:18:17.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet tap-dancing christ.</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine walking into your bedroom and seeing THIS laying in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foreignmego.com/plaid/brick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.foreignmego.com/plaid/brick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-7072679591336914538?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/7072679591336914538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=7072679591336914538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/7072679591336914538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/7072679591336914538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-tap-dancing-christ.html' title='Sweet tap-dancing christ.'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-1145571345596556440</id><published>2007-11-01T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:31:31.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL ad'/><title type='text'>Another Craigslist asshat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;A post on Craigslist irritated me..... unfortunately it's gone and I forgot to copy it... so all I can do is tell you that the guy was trying to give a goat away for free because the terrible thing "eats everything"..... who'da figured. A goat that chews/eats things. *blink* To make matters worse, he also wrote that he got the "retarded" goat for his son as a pet. Pfft. Asshat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did keep my response though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...Dude... Seriously.You bought a farm animal. A farm animal mind you, that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for eating tin cans and alike and you are actually shocked it ate random metal thingies and linoleum from your house? Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a goat. They are not intended as 'pets'. Not often have I encountered the little creatures in pet stores wagging their tails for attention. There are very few children's books referencing the bond and love between a boy and his goat. I do not see many Norman Rockwell paintings of boys frolicking in the park with their goat. And really, I would have to assume that teaching a goat to fetch a ball without devouring it would be a task a child may find difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's wonderful that you want to give the little guy to a farm (May I suggest Friendly Farm in Peterborough NH, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://petfinder.com/" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank"&gt;Petfinder.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) but I believe the problem we have here is not the diminished mental capacity of the goat, but the not-quite-up-to-snuff mental capacity of the parent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck with your goat placement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's my rant about this fuckwit and others like him. Do NOT get an animal if you cannot care for it properly. An animal is not a disposable item. It's a living breathing creature that deserves at least a modicum of respect and care.  The fact that there are people that feel they can simply discard an animal they've taken in simply because it doesn't quite fit into their lives, or live up to what they ignorantly imagined they would be like amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully fess up to my guinea pig accident. We took in a guinea pig from someone that had to get rid of him. In my ignorance I thought the little guy would be a bit bigger than a hamster and would require about the same amount of care. What I didn't realize is that they're extremely social animals. They need a lot of interaction from their owners, and a good deal of space to play. We had Sandy for about a month when my daughter and I made the decision that although we loved him and had a good time with him, he simply wasn't happy. He had grown up with kids and had been given the run of the house (I'll rant about cleanliness some other time.. but ew.) and he had spent hours with people. He only got an hour or so of play time with us per day, and simply wasn't happy. I was very upset about this decision at first. My daughter and I were horrified that we were going to have to 'discard' an animal we took in. We did some research and eventually found a site specifically for people to learn more about guinea pigs and for their adoption. We found a wonderful girl who had just lost her piggy whom she had for years. She took him and sent pictures of his  new HUGE cage, along with the friend she had gotten for him. Sandy is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't do is go on Craigslist and tell people that I had a free 'retarded' animal that anyone could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-1145571345596556440?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/1145571345596556440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=1145571345596556440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/1145571345596556440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/1145571345596556440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-craigslist-genius.html' title='Another Craigslist asshat.'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-7113574188208165643</id><published>2007-10-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:15:19.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates of penzance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern business manager'/><title type='text'>Office Pirates of Penzance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K…. see….. One of the girls at my office was on the phone and she said “I am the business manager” and for some reason the “I am the very model of the modern major general” song from Pirates of Penzance popped into my head…. So I had started singing this in my head and it won’t go away… so I msgd Noah telling him I just hit a hard “I’m a geek” realization (cus honestly, who else would think of something so random) I felt the need to post it for posterity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I am the very model of a modern business manager,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I've information excel table and employee manual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I know the pay is tightened, and employees are hysterical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    From IRS to paycheck stubs, in order categorical;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters of all personnel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I understand the conflicts, both the simple and most radical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    About accounts payable I'm teeming with a lot o' news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly job reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly job reviews....With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly job reviews....With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly, yearly job reviews!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn song is stuck in my head now :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-7113574188208165643?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/7113574188208165643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=7113574188208165643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/7113574188208165643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/7113574188208165643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/10/office-pirates-of-penzance.html' title='Office Pirates of Penzance'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163230082592695944.post-6831603144591060231</id><published>2007-10-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:37:43.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Some people on Craigslist are crack smoking tard monkeys....</title><content type='html'>There are some people that simply need to be slapped with a freakin' clue stick. I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to this ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RCA 35" Analog Television, 5 years old. Works like new. $250.00, Moving Must Sell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Television Only.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table summary="craigslist hosted images"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Reply to: craigslist ad&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2007-10-18,  7:20AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, but are you &lt;i&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/i&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did mean $250, as in two-hundred-and-fifty-dollars, correct? For an older analog tv? An older 35" tv? Umm. You want $2(freakin')50 for a tv that most people would list here, and anywhere else, for $50 - $75 bucks? Is there money in the tv? Have you had the knobs replaced with 14k gold? Is there some odd rare animal living inside? Tell me.... is your tv a portal to another dimension that happens to be filled with leprechauns and pots of gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Seriously. Do some research, pop a reality pill and stop insulting the Craiglist members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163230082592695944-6831603144591060231?l=jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/feeds/6831603144591060231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3163230082592695944&amp;postID=6831603144591060231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/6831603144591060231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163230082592695944/posts/default/6831603144591060231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennasjustsayin.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-people-on-craigslist-are-crack.html' title='Some people on Craigslist are crack smoking tard monkeys....'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
