November 26, 2007

This may sound familiar...

The time has finally come. My body has reached the critical limit of Dr. Pepper that it can take, and will no longer tolerate or digest any further abuses. This is a sad, sad day. A day that shall be known as Black Devil Monday for possible weeks to come. Please...no condolences, I don't want to be condolenced.

7 comments:

SalGal said...

Retailers weep everywhere. Small children are crying because their parents stock has crashed with you no longer buying Dr. Pepper and now they can't go to college.

On the other hand, that crap tastes like battery acid anyway!

Wyatt said...
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Lacey said...

aww...thanks Wyatt...how cute is my hubby right?

Oh and Jim...I wouldn't weep for you anyway. Instead I will say, it's about freakin time!! Soda is gross and bad for you. Hooray for your body for realizing this.

Wyatt said...

You know I always thought Nov 26th would be known as Lacey's birthday. I guess we now have two things to celebrate.

Spell much

Jimbo said...

Well, see, Nov. 26 will always be Lacey's birthday...but we'll either forget about Black Devil Monday, or I'll fall off the wagon and Black Devil Monday will come to mean every Monday, as in, the day of the week when I consume the most of it.

Mom said...

Son, don't you mean "consoled" and not "condolenced"?

Jimbo said...

I see you've fallen pray to my bad grammar/spelling trap! Bwa ha ha ha ha!