Monday, February 23, 2009

objects_for_Sims2 Re: FW: Dear Dad Letter........Brilliant

In the adult world we can disagree and it isn't fighting.
I added the sick part to show it is no excuse.
 I wasn't using it as one, I don't feel I need an excuse for my behavior as I don't feel I have done anything wrong ...yet.
Possibly you were not one of us on the receiving end of these disturbing apologies. They weren't all to me, nor all posted in the group


At least everyone can voice their opinion here.
 Like you felt the need to comment on something you were not involved in.

I would rather not see the arguments, chain letters, and "art", but we all have to deal, right?



On Mon, Feb 23, 2009 at 4:35 AM, Brandy Markert <bw4everapril@yahoo.com> wrote:
Thats the problem, everyboby always says what they think (including me) lol and it starts a fight, we use to be able to share our interest in sims but now things keep getting out of hand, I hate to see people take sides it makes the other person feel like they are being ganged up on, normally i dont comment until i see something like that... Susim was telling her that noboby should use sickness as an excuse to be cranky, But then in the same message she wrote that she had been sick too. come on everybody is cranky when they are sick.
Im not fighting im just having a normal conversation with you so please dont think im yelling at you or anyone else cause im not, its just wrong to be teamed up on... but most of what i was saying i was not talking about you, i just get tired of seeing all the fighting on here! :0)


From: Owl Songster <owlsongster@yahoo.com>Sent: Monday, February 23, 2009 1:22:39 AM
Subject: objects_for_Sims2 Re: FW: Dear Dad Letter........Brilliant

I thought that was hilarious too.
 
And i'm not going to make an ugly comment, but i AM going to comment, LOL.
 
If you mean me, SAY me... Owls... you have been behaving badly, or whatever.
 
As for me, i cheered SuSim on because she said what i have been thinking.  She wasn't ugly, she didn't name-call, she said exactly what she thought.
 
Have a good day!
 
*smiles*
 
Owlsy

--- On Mon, 23/2/09, Brandy Markert <bw4everapril@yahoo.com> wrote:

From: Brandy Markert <bw4everapril@yahoo.com>
Subject: objects_for_Sims2 FW: Dear Dad Letter........Brilliant
To: objects-for-sims@googlegroups.com
Received: Monday, 23 February, 2009, 8:11 PM



 
that was funny i wonder why i didnt think of anything that clever when i was in school... oh and BTW to those who have been fighting and those who had been "Cheering" them on, WE are not in school anymore, so guys Grow Up, this is suppose to be a friendly  group, not one that fights everytime someone says 1 little thing that would piss someone off, just like now someone is going to read this and is going to make an ugly comment just to try to start another fight.. Cant I predict it? lol
 
Does anyone know what happend to Chanda? if she was here she would be muture enough to stop all the fighting and the pointless bickering! Lifes to short. Live, Laugh, and LOVE
 
Take care and God Bless
Brandy
 
Thanks for sharing Candice


From: Candice Amon <candice@raf.co.za>
To: Objects-For-Sims (E-mail) <objects-for-sims@googlegroups.com>
Sent: Monday, February 23, 2009 12:45:15 AM
Subject: objects_for_Sims2 FW: Dear Dad Letter........Brilliant

 I JUST HAD TO SHARE THIS ONE
I THOUGHT IT WAS BRILLIANT LOL 



 
A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was    nicely made, and everything was picked up.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was       addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the                  envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           "Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I       had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene       with                                                                         Mom                                                                          and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice,      but                                                                          I knew                                                                       you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her     tight                                                                        Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we       will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of      firewood                                                                     for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt     anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other     people                                                                       in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so       Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday,     I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many            grandchildren.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Love, your son, John.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just       wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school     report                                                                       that's on my desk. I love you!                                                                                  Call when it is safe for me to come home.  

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