Ain't got no reason, ain't got no rhyme.

May 13, 2007 21:00

What in the hell possessed me to get 100 icons? I don't need 'em. I could only come up with 55 on my own and don't have the patience to run around trying to find 45 more to make it an even 100. I wasn't thinking. I was grooving up on a pretty, young thing (i.e. PYT) and my mind got scrambled like Waffle House eggs. Add cheese to mine. Smothered and ( Read more... )

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affleckbeng May 15 2007, 13:51:53 UTC
Way ahead of you. I'm thinking of buying a giant boxing glove and hooking it to one of those big springs, so that every time I go to his place I can hit him without having to leave my chair.

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scott_caan May 17 2007, 04:51:59 UTC
You're a genius, brotha. An innovator. A man of the times. I want one, too. You get him in the head and I'll punch him with mine in the back of the head at the same time. Everytime he cries, someone takes a drink.

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affleckbeng May 17 2007, 10:36:15 UTC
If we're drinking every time he cries, I'll be half in the bag before the night's thirty minutes old. We need a new rule.

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