I'm not looking forward to my step-dad spending the night here next Saturday night. He's more annoying and offensive than
almost anyone I know.
Which reminds me. I'm not looking forward to seeing my dad next month.
I'm also not looking forward to tomorrow......I'm missing out on the preschool parent meeting tonight and by the flurry of phone calls I've gotten and missed today....it's not going to go well tonight. I'm afraid I might get nominated for a board position, because no one will step up. I've already been suckered into my freaking auction job next year, and not being able to be there tonight to defend my fervent "Hell
NO!" position, it's been mentioned that I'll be nominated.
Hell
NO!

Preschool is NOT life.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid.
Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.