@Trish1981's (Tricia Adams) most faved Tweets...
I think we should be blaming the automobile industry for teen pregnancies. Reclining seats? That's just a baby waiting to happen.
I want a Kindle because I'm convinced I need another piece of technology I can accidentally drop in the toilet.
Believe me, I don't need a pink ribbon and an entire month dedicated to breasts for me to remember to touch them. Ok?
Sometimes I sit at work and pray to be hit with a case of explosive diarrhea so I can go home. I don't think that's normal.
When you eat dinner while sitting on the toilet, you know you've taken multitasking just one step too far.
I do believe that the higher a person's salary the greater the chance they have no fucking clue how to operate a fax machine.
I hate it when people ask if I'll do them a "huge favor." What if I say yes and you ask me to breast feed your 37 year old cousin?
The boss thinks I have no sense of urgency. He has obviously never seen me eat a Twinkie.
Confession: When I pick papers up from the printer I throw away the ones that aren't mine. Then I laugh when you can't find them.
I just picked up a dirty shirt, smelled it and said "good enough." And off to church I go. I'm kidding. I don't go to church.
My existence is now solely validated by how often you people star my tweets. So get busy!
I'd kill for a coworker to touch me inappropriately right now. I won't tell HR. I promise.
To you, the person who corrects grammar on Twitter: Your moms says get a job and bring your laundry up from the basement. NOW.
It's going to be a barbiturate and candy corn kind of day.
All this leftover cake is giving me an edible complex.
I don't know that I've ever said "masturbate" on Twitter. Phew. That feels better.
I need some pro bono breast implants. I'm sure that's more of a service to the world than fixing some kid's stupid cleft palate.
If I had to choose between saving a baby & a Little Debbie...well...have you seen my ass lately? I think we know what I'd choose.
Balloon fetish porn is really not as exciting as it sounds.
I prefer to deal with seasonal affective disorder the natural way, with barbiturates and tequila.
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