Um, you actually gave me your number once, but I forgot it. Does that mean you love me, or you used to love me, but now you don't? I'm so confused . . . o_O;;;
For some reason reminds me of the squirrel telling Fatkin's diet people to go cry in a bowl of meat. Or was it lard? Must watch cartoon again. Hrm, don't have your number, but remain unhurt as I have never actually sought said information and doubt I would employ it were it in my possession. Cell phones, ptah. If I wanted people to be able to reach me all the time, I'd be someone else entirely.
Yeah, somehow I think talking on the phone with you would be scary. I mean that in a non-offensive way (I mean, I avoid phone contact with most people as I hate phones), but yeah. And if you are cellphoneless, I envy you. I always feel like such an ass if my phone rings while in public (oh how I hate the ring) so mine is on mute most of the time (making my friends yell at me for being hard to reach).
Conversing with me via any medium can cause several severe mental maladies, yes. Some such as alliteration to terrifying extremes even stay stolidly with one come conversation's end. I love that squirrel. Especially his reality TV rant and his songs (which I wish I could remember what the tunes originally were used for).
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Yeah, somehow I think talking on the phone with you would be scary. I mean that in a non-offensive way (I mean, I avoid phone contact with most people as I hate phones), but yeah. And if you are cellphoneless, I envy you. I always feel like such an ass if my phone rings while in public (oh how I hate the ring) so mine is on mute most of the time (making my friends yell at me for being hard to reach).
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I love that squirrel. Especially his reality TV rant and his songs (which I wish I could remember what the tunes originally were used for).
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