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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Not dead yet.
Posted 10-29-2009 at 11:37 AM by scrab queen
Happy birthday to me, bitches.
Aside from those asstards that were living with us (and who are now actually dead. YES!) it's been an awesome year. Thanks for putting up with me, and all that mushy shit. |
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