LMAO You are such a liar. That's my brotha! What heart? JUST KIDDING! I WANT HIM. NOW. "You are a boil on the butt of humanity." Cameltoe. GET OUTTA MY HEAD! *thinks of another quote* "Your a real gentleman, I bet you take the dishes out of the sink before you pee in it!" or "You are a pig from hell!" or "You are evil, and you must be destroyed." HI MAYSON!
I'ma be adios-ing and unsubscribing for the week, as I'm taking my computer to get upgraded tomorrow morning, hence, no internet access until I get it back. New DVD-rom drive (Plextor 708A, with all the bells and whistles), that is. So in case I don't get my computer back from the shop by Thursday, a remote possibility, then have yall a collective great Xmas/Hanukah/Kwanzaa Paul
I finished the last of my Christmas shopping today when I picked up a couple of Old Navy fleece pullovers to add to my four nephew's piles of gifts.
This is late for me. I'm usually done by the day after Thanksgiving. That's about when I started this year. BTW, it is now officially #1's birthday here on the east coast. She's 12. I feel really damn old.
I just discovered that I'm telekinetic. See: *raises Beth's right hand* *makes Beth hit herself repeatedly in the head* Stop hittin ya'self! Stop hittin ya'self! Oh wait...you can't... *whacks Beth really hard with Beth's right hand* *runs*
Um...'scuse me, but I posted first, meaning you were borrowing MY brain cells. "What's the matter with you these days Malynn? You got a reindeer up your butt?" *dies* or "Sammy Wayne DeSoto. WHAT is this in my Frigidaire?" "Anne Bowlin had six toes." "You wanna hit something? Here! Hit Weeza. Half of Chiquapin Parish would give their eyeteeth for this!" LMFAO
"pfft" But still, who admits that snots came flying outta their nose? Jesus. Not right unless you're the exorcist ... :| ::stops talking to you::
*nose itches* Somebody needs to tell the people at Ponytail Posse that number 17 is Danielle Slaton. And she don't look a damn thing like, number 9. Sheesh. Those dolls are screwed up
So, okay, someone explain to me how this works. "Hicks has set a deadline for Tuesday (note: this is like the 3048209820928 deadline they've had). If a deal is not reached by Tuesday then it officially dead. Dead as in done, never to be talked about or discussed again. Unless they can reach a deal later." Is it just me, or is that an oxymoron?
I've decided that one of the best things about Christmas is Keebler Holiday Jingles cookies. I LUH-HOVE those things. You just can't beat those sprinkles. *eats a whole box*