F-Bomb Dropping Scot Sends Me a Love Letter

Do you guys think this reader liked my column? Be honest.

Friday, September 12, 2008 6:14 PM

Subject: F*** You

Alright a. If you buy the most expensive sunglasses you can buy take very good care of them, you dont leave them in a zip lock bag. B. The  scots game is a tradition for many    high school students and fellow younger students so if we like to socialize and have a good time I sincerely apologize if It gets in the way . C. Highland park is known 
for its students that excel and progress gracefully through life. Point is if you lighten up and realize that at the scots game you are among the people that will one day lead this country have some respect.

Dear F-Bomb Dropper,

A) I know your parents, bet you didn’t know that.

B) Read carefully, the glasses were in the case inside my chic, non-zipping bag. Not a ziplock.

C) Are you trying to say you’re graceful? I beg to differ, I’m just sayin’.

D) If you’re planning on running our country one day, you’ve got to make it through an election first and if that happens, I’m so pulling out this e-mail and sending it straight to the major news networks, Oprah and maybe Jerry Springer.

E) Did you say have some respect? I lost that with the subject line.

F) Who needs to lighten up?

G) I’m rubber, you’re glue, bounced off me and stuck on you.

Love,

Merritt

Rumor: HPISD Teacher Says “I’m Outta Here”

OK, I was trying to be good for once and not get all over a sticky situation but too many people have accused me of losing my edge since I wasn’t posting it. I’m giving in to the pressure. Here it goes, enjoy!

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Are You Prepared?

The games and church retreats have been postponed, you’re glued to Stormpulse and you’re calling your friends and family in Houston telling them (as if they don’t know) to get outta dodge.  But what are you doing to prepare yourself and your family for possible power outages and wind damage?

If you’re like my good friend, you’ve stocked up on Spam, the ubiquitous canned meat that has, for 20 years, been relegated to a metaphor for bad food.  Me?  I’m stocking up on magazines.