+422R.I.P to the 2,976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P to the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit. Amirite?
+587Because I used the name "Dwight" none of you actually know who I am. For all you know I could be a person that gets paid large amounts of money to go through peoples dreams and plant seeds of ideas that grow like cancer. Or I could be Lindsay Lohan, amirite?
+564Eating halloween candy and ignoring the doorbell, a little game I like to call, go away I paid for it, amirite?
+606It's annoying how when you're at a movie people ask you, "Did you see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor, amirite?
+472To all teachers: YOU get PAID to come here, it's the LAW for ME to come here... and you question my motivation? amirite?
+278It's pretty depressing when you realize that Kim Kardashian's failed marriage could have paid your college tuition for 2,833 years. amirite?
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+410I got in trouble for shoplifting. I paid for six cans of Sprite at the self checkout, but when security checked my bag he discovered I'd picked seven up, amirite?
+651A haunted house would be a perfect place for a murder because people are paid to chase after you with weapons, your screams wouldn't be taken seriously, and, after you are dead, the next group would just think you are a part of the scenery, amirite?
+23It's a popular story, but it always warms my heart: IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. Hello Barry, how are you today? H’lo, Mr Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admiring them peas. They sure look good. They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma? Fine. Gettin stronger all the time. Good. Anything I can help you with. No sir. Just admirin them peas. Would you like to take some home? Asked Mr Miller. No sir. Got nothin to pay for em. Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas? All I got’s my prize marble here. Is that right? Let me see it, said Miller. Here tis. She’s a dandy. 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ...' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
+845it's not fair that celebrities get paid so much to do what they love, for example sing? have a tv show about their life? act? when police officers and firefighters risk their lives everyday, trash collectors and street cleaners do the jobs no one else wants to do, get paid crappy salaries for actually working to make this a better place, amirite?
+311When someone says bands like Black Veil Brides and My Chemical Romance are bands of the devil, have never paid attentention to the message that the lyrics have, amirite?
+543If cops pulled you over because you were driving really good and paid you, instead of it being the other way around, people would drive a lot safer, amirite?
+419The best job in the world: a weather man in Phoenix,Arizona. It only rains once a year, and there is no snow. And best of all, you get paid 6 figures for saying this every day : Lets look at the 6 month forecast, its going to be HOT and SUNNY. As you can see we live in a desert! Back to you, Bob, with sports. amirite?