Tulip Thieves vs. Nice Girls
I hate it when I have to be nice. I took my machine gun out this morning but was talked into being a nice girl by flying a white dove. Someone stole most of my tulips in the front yard. I walked out and they were gone, stems nicely cut so I know the thief had a sharp tool with him/her.
They stole, not only my flowers, but my mornings. I started each day looking at those flowers, feeling the world was all good with such beauty.
My first sign said: Bad Karma to the Tulip Thief!
I changed it to: Tulip Thief: These flowers are to be enjoyed by all. Please do not take them. Thank you.
Only nice girls thank their thieves. AAAGGGGHHH. I hate being nice. Between you and me, I hope those thieves have the worst allergy in history and bad bad Karma.