No, it wasn't talking to Matt that put me over the edge. it was the stupidity and callous "I'm so elite" view of others that pissed me off to this point.
i was looking at my friends page on my LJ and was like "holy crap! where did laurel go?" I got genuinely concerned that you never existed and were just a figment of my imagination. but then I remembered that you hate my mustache. And all the figments of my imaginations love my mustache. So the theory didnt hold up. I sure am glad you exist to make fun of my mustache. It really is a nice mustache too. How many times do you think I can say mustache in a paragraph? no! sentence! The mustache had obtained many mustacheod mustaches of the mustache type in his earlier, more mustachey days, but was now mustaching his way through a mustache engorged mustache of mustaching. ya i just kinda gave up near the end there.
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I would say phone me RIGHT NOW!
but..
as that would wake the household. yeah. Nice picture though. Scott looks Soooooooooo drunk.
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Damn men. If women didn't need our weiner's we'd be useless.
except for me.
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