AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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SONOVA...Wait... DAUGHTEROFABASTARD!
Posted 05-27-2008 at 04:29 PM by scrab queen
The one goddamn time I need to use my 'bitchy girlfriend' skills, they fail me.
Like, ULTRA MEGA PR0NOTON PHAIL. ... I forgot my mom's birthday. Shit, I'm in for it. I don't even have any crappy clay mugs with hearts on them. :
Money's short and times are hard,
Here's your fucking birthday card. EDIT: I also just realized that the civil war is just a huge oxymoron. |
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