My wonderfully sweet best bloggie bud , Georgie, has had this GENIUS idea that we could do a gift exchange between us, the bloggie gang we have. If you are reading this, you are a member of this gang. In this gang, we have no initiation,we don't have to be HOTT, don't have to have so many sparkly awards and a certain amount of followers. You just have to want to be a part of this really neat idea.
It's called the Secret Santa Soiree or SSS. I of course, wanted to call it the Secret Santa Minnow, so we could call it the SS Minnow, but noone but Gilligan agreed.
I actually wanted an initiation too, but since we live like all over the planet, it would be difficult. I had my tennis shoes ready to throw over the powerline and my du-rag bandana on my head. I had chosen the color pumpkin spice instead of red so not to be gunned down by the real gansters. I had my car seat laid all the way back, but I kept dozing off at every stop sign. My music was cranked, but the deep bass of "I think I Love You" by David Cassidy and the Partridge Family didn't have the gangsta impact that the "Pop a Cap In Yo Ass, MF'er" did. I tried to come up with a sign we could flash at one another to let us know who was in our gang, but the sign language sign for "I love you" kept being mis-interpreted for some hawaiin "hang loose" and the "hook 'em horns" sign. So I gave up the idea for an initiation.
So, to be a part of this gang and give, and more importantly, GET something, click on my Christmas-y looking square thingy over there----> to join. Just follow the rules that Georgie has designed and you will be notified who your SSS person is. BTW, if you get me, notice that I included the colors of my rooms, just to make it easier to buy for me. I am nice like that.
Please do this so I don't get my sister giving me my present. Amy will give me the present I gave her one year- a real deer hoof that someone actually made into a pin cushion. It has hair on it and everything. It is disgustingly funny. That's why I gave it to her. Because, again, I am nice like that. And she still has it. And, because she's crafty, she probably uses it. Maybe. Or maybe she kept it in her drawer with the hopes of one day re-gifting it back to me. She's a grudge-holder like that.
Okay, click and fill out and become a gangster. NOW. Or I will pop a cap in yo ass, Mo Fo.
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