TMI
Too Much Information.
Thats right what I'm about to disclose is TMI. Too damn much information. If you don't want to know then stop right here. I mean it stop right now.
I don't want you coming up to me and saying something a kin to, "Dude that was not something I wanted to know about you!" or any such thing. I'm warning you now.
Turn back. Don't read on.
I'm serious.
If you come up and complain that I disclosed this little tid bit then I'm going to launch into a tirade of TMI that will make this seem like the nothing that it really is.
OK so stop reading now
Last chance.
No more options.
I mean it.
ok here we go... Highlight the following line with your mouse to see it:
I've switched to boxers.
There it's done. It's out... so there. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Thats right what I'm about to disclose is TMI. Too damn much information. If you don't want to know then stop right here. I mean it stop right now.
I don't want you coming up to me and saying something a kin to, "Dude that was not something I wanted to know about you!" or any such thing. I'm warning you now.
Turn back. Don't read on.
I'm serious.
If you come up and complain that I disclosed this little tid bit then I'm going to launch into a tirade of TMI that will make this seem like the nothing that it really is.
OK so stop reading now
Last chance.
No more options.
I mean it.
ok here we go... Highlight the following line with your mouse to see it:
I've switched to boxers.
There it's done. It's out... so there. Don't say I didn't warn you.
posted by J.R. at 12:01 PM
2 Comments:
What brought this on? Mr. Johnson complain about the tighty whities? I know you've had that special operation. . . so it can't be about that.
Now THAT'S too much information your readers didn't need.
Glad to help
TF
Oh thats cute... my little jr is growing up!
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