He could murmur sweet nothings to it and warm it with his own hands.
Heh heh heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh.
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I'm hurt, personally. I never meant anything to you? What about us? What about our 1,573 square foot Carmel beachfront condo? Doesn't that mean anything?
I had this guy named Jesus once in my class, you know, like "Hey-soos." Then one day, we had a sub with a country accent and she called roll. "Jee-sus? Where's Jee-sus?"
Man, I just checked myspace for a second and I come back and Sheri is gone! Night and way to ruin a good episode of Drama in the Forums-ums-ums.....
It wasn't my fault, I swear. But there's something we must discuss (haha, line from a song). You, Angela, are my sister who was given away to my wet nurse because you were too dry. She smuggled you off to Chad, where she raised you along with your brothers, one of whom you married, not being related and all. And now you have returned!
It wasn't my fault, I swear. But there's something we must discuss (haha, line from a song). You, Angela, are my sister who was given away to my wet nurse because you were too dry. She smuggled you off to Chad, where she raised you along with your brothers, one of whom you married, not being related and all. And now you have returned!
Courtney, I have been waiting for this day for a long time...sister! I have been waiting for the day where I could get my revenge for you getting all of the attention from mom and letting me live amongst strangers. STRANGERS!!!! In a Starbucks. I added that to get a little back on topic.
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Heh heh heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh.
Baby, let's not do this here.
First you laugh and then, you..you yell at me? That's it. I'm leaving you for that dashing man behind the counter.
I had this guy named Jesus once in my class, you know, like "Hey-soos." Then one day, we had a sub with a country accent and she called roll. "Jee-sus? Where's Jee-sus?"
No! I said that in hushed tones ...
But as long as you're doing that, I'll just go to bed with my husband.
Good night, my erstwhile loves.
Wouldn't you rather have the dashing man in FRONT of the counter?
But as long as you're doing that, I'll just go to bed with my husband.
Good night, my erstwhile loves.
Good night! (in a nice, unhushed tone)
Tut, tut, my friend, that man is married.
Clever though.
It wasn't my fault, I swear. But there's something we must discuss (haha, line from a song). You, Angela, are my sister who was given away to my wet nurse because you were too dry. She smuggled you off to Chad, where she raised you along with your brothers, one of whom you married, not being related and all. And now you have returned!
Courtney, I have been waiting for this day for a long time...sister! I have been waiting for the day where I could get my revenge for you getting all of the attention from mom and letting me live amongst strangers. STRANGERS!!!! In a Starbucks. I added that to get a little back on topic.
Don't we all...
wait, wouldn't it be better if Damian was the rooster and I was Damian. That way I could be petting Damian's c-
Ok, nevermind, yes we all want to be that rooster.
Ditto. I did that for the White Meat discussion because I feared Mr. Kulash's mother. In a good way, like one fears God.