I would sell my soul for a big, shiny LCD TV.

Okay, maybe not my soul, but I hear kidneys can get you top dollar, and I have two of those.

Emails sen back and forth, me in red and John in blue.

*Tag*

You're it!

JOHN IS DEFYING THE ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS!

Okay, that's it. We're throwing down.

EMAIL FIGHT!

*kicks in a door*

*breaks a table with youur face*

YOU COULDN'T HURT JOHN IF YOU TRIED

*LIMP WRIST*

APOLOGIES ARE FOR SISSY WOMEN-LIKE MEN

OH YEAH MEL SAID IT

*random acts of violence*

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LC: What the fuck is profanity?

Dane: Did you hear about Rumsfeld?
Me: If you mean did I hear that if you go in a dark bathroom and say "abortion" three times, he'll come and scratch your face off, then yes, I did hear.
Dane: Fucking Donald.

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So, I've come to the conclusion that I'm the sort of girl guys are friends with, not the kind of girl they date. I mean, I've dated a good number of fellas and I will admit, some of them seemed quite taken with me, but it just doesn't last. With either party, which is frakkin' weird.  Like, I'll have a thing for some totally great guy, and he'll ( Read more... )

Aaaaaaand, boom goes the dynamite.

HA!

Dude:


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Do you think it's possible to hear someone's lips smile over the phone?

Cause I think I can hear his smile.

It makes my heart beat.

If Roslin dies, Adama is going to kill all their robot asses with a karate chop. And then I will beat up whoever is left.

Seriously.

I just thought I would announce to the world that whenever I see "bf/gf" anywhere, my brain pronounces it "Beef Geef." Hot.