Perpetual Perky People, or PPP’s, can sugarcoat the biggest turds, until they taste like fucking ambrosia.
You could be struck deaf and mute, and a PPP will gladly point out that you still have sight. Lost your leg to the gout? You still have the other one, so cheer up. Nothing gets them down.
They are the ones who run the drive thru in the mornings.
You look just like Jessica Simpson
PPP’s do not have a firm grip on reality. They never complain, bitch, or swear. They hold in their frowns like gas after a meal at a Mexican Taqueria.
PPP’s will generally compliment you, even if you look like you’ve just rolled out of bed. You could go bald, and she would be the first to take you wig shopping.
Everything is sunshine and moonbeams, sprinkled with fairy dust for good measure.
They have no concept of how it feels to be depressed. Turn that frown upside down! A nice cup of herbal tea will fix you right up! Maybe even a little honey if your feeling froggy.
Bite me.
To be perky occasionally is fine. Even I find myself feeling perk-some now and again. But please, for the love of all that is shitty, stop trying to blow rainbows up my ass.
Hahah- I’m sorry, that was really funny. I remember I actually got mad at one of my girlfriends in high school. I told her she was too freaking happy all the time and it pissed me off. LOL. Seriously sometimes I wanna punch a perky person in the throat.
On another note, when I lived in Chicago, my girlfriends and I had another meaning for PPP. Po Po Patrol. Whoever was in the front seat of the car was on PPP duty
My daughter calls police Po Po’s…lol. There really is such a thing as being too damn happy. This post is dedicated to a ex-coworker of mine. She drove me nuts!
Not something I can be accused of!!
My wife described it recently – that ppp’s make you feel obliged to be happy and suffocate you with ‘joy’ – their ‘pat perky answers’ slip off your needs without providing the least comfort.
I think a good punch in the throat sounds like a fine idea!
Exactly! That is my ex co worker…world could be coming to an end and she would grin and bear it!
From one bear to another bear, I can’t bear people who bear things that well!
I can bearly bear it myself!
Thank you, thank you. I needed the laugh today!
Your welcome!!!
It’s a bit sad actually. Triple P’s have never had to reach down and plumb the depths of their own strength and determination. I wonder how they actually deal with the many UN-happy things in their lives. Are they unaware? Afraid to show how they really feel? Would they even be THERE if needed?
I have thought this myself. I believe in order to be happy, you have to know how it feels to be completely UN-happy. Otherwise, how the hell do you know the difference?
Oh, amen, sister. Amen. I would add a 4th P to their name: Punchable.
PPPP’s it is!
would you like chips with that *smile* your humour and posts of late are coming into their ‘own’ love em Merby love em. xxx
Thank you Rambly..:) just being totally myself finally..
Yee feckin haaaa
x
Perpetually Perky People will be the first ones to marvel at your arm strength when you smack the living shit out of them. Here, let me try the other arm and see what you think about it…
Wow your so strong!! My nose is bleeding!!
Hold on dear, let me pack your nostrils for you with this knuckle sandwich…
We could go on all day with this…lol
Indeed, and that smile will never leave the PPP’s face even after the last tooth has chipped off. But at least we will feel better!
Indeed!
Wow, so much hostility. Can’t we all just get along? It so beautiful outside, let’s be beautiful insi…Oww. What the? Stop that. Please. Owww. Get off me you f#*kin panda. Oww. That’s it. I’m going postal.
It’s all in jest, Kozo. I love satire..:) Too funny!!
Brilliant! I usually am left speechless by PPP’s
I know exactly what you mean..:)