This parody is funny but at the same time sad………
My next million dollar idea: reluctant exercise videos with people who aren’t perky.
"Just five more… I know, I kind of want to die right now too, but let’s just power through it."
"Okay, new yoga pose. It’s going to ache like a bastard until your hamstrings release, I’m not gonna lie."
"Stretch a little deeper… it’s okay to yell ‘fuck’ at this point, I won’t tell anyone."yes
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you don’t really see enough of this.
This is one of those things that makes you wanna cry instantly
I can’t wait for you to come home babe!
there are mean parents and then there are parents who switch off the wifi at night
Hi I’m Dorothy and I nominate the Wicked Witch of the West for the ALS ice bucket challenge
i didn’t do a single thing i was supposed to over break
The biggest overreaction recorded in history.
I was contracted by a local business to create a logo and a website; my client said that a mutual friend referred me. We discussed his project over the phone and he agreed to meet me at a local coffee shop to start work after the contract had been signed.
After receiving the signed contract and deposit, I tried to set up a meeting at our agreed upon location. He refused to meet at the coffee shop because he said it was too loud. He insisted that I meet him at his home at noon that day. I offered a variety of other public places – I didn’t know him, have never met him, and as a small female, I definitely did not feel comfortable meeting him by myself in his home (especially since his office was apparently in the basement). When we couldn’t agree on a location, he asked me to go ahead and get started on the logo. We would try again another day.
I sent the logo for review and, after a couple weeks, I received a response from him. He demanded that I meet him in his basement at noon that next day (by myself) to discuss the logo and the website. He (again) refused a variety of public options. I offered to meet him at his home when his wife was home from work and my husband could join us. I offered a Skype call with screen sharing. He refused both.
It had to be at noon. At his home. In his basement. By myself.
After we couldn’t agree on a location, he sent a series of angry emails cancelling the contract and demanding the non-refundable deposit back. Including this:
Client: And yes, my business is too important to me to discuss it in some, nasty, noisy, public, coffee shop…
And that mutual friend? I called him the next day and found out that he wasn’t friends with my now ex-client and that he had never actually referred me to him!