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Monday Judgements and Warnings

When I see you walking your blindingly white scrumptious fluff ball of a dog just after six p.m. in your work clothes and the two of you break out into a full on gallop when you get to the downhill part of your stroll—wind screaming through both of your hairs and the evening sun shining a light on both of your faces—you better be careful because not only do you break the cuteness joy meter but you put us other humans to shame.

Monday Judgements and Warnings

Heads Up! To all you grammar/pronunciation/poopification police out there:

If you’re standing in line at the local grocery and the checker pronounces the rigid leafed vegetable endive as “En-Dive”, do us all a favor and don’t holler “It’s called “On-Deeve!” at the top of your rabid wolverine lungs like you’re Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady because it just makes the rest of us loathe you—not only because of your nosey parker ways but because it makes us all take notice of your tie-dyed fanny pack which, in all honesty, decreases your chances of garnering any and all respect from here on in until eternity.

Button It Up,
Sergeant Shush Now
134th Mind Your Own Beeswax Division

Monday Judgements and Warnings

Talk louder. I can’t hear you over that puka shell necklace you’re wearing.

Monday Judgements and Warnings

Word To the Wise: If you’re going to share an Anyone-Who-Isn’t-Vegan-Is-Evil parable while you’re standing in line at Whole Foods, you might want to rethink that bright blue leather Boho Jimmy Choo handbag you have slung over your shoulder.

Thanks For Nothing,
The Malarkey Squad

Monday Judgements and Warnings

Dumbo Alert: one ponchy middle aged man, wearing short shorts and a confederate flag t-shirt, explaining to his fellow gas station patrons that his dislike of MLK Day is grounded in the fact that Martin Luther King, Jr. wasn’t a real doctor.

You’re Under Arrest,
Sergeant Shut-Up
Stupid Police