I hate writing papers.
That is all.
Carry on 
Me too!
<ahem>
My pseudonym is Le Sang, and I hate writing papers…
I got home from the airport at 12:30 this morning. And had to be up for work at 5ish(actually got out of bed at 5:30)
I did little to no work today.
I’m going to bed soon. Or I’ll be drooling on the keyboard or something.
But I had a fantastic visit with my friends. 
I dislike intently all of that end-of-the-year rush to get work done before Christmas break.
I do enjoy all of those Christmas parties being planned. Mmmm, the eating season has officially been declared.
Speaking of which, I’m having mac-n-cheese with hot dogs right now… mmmm.
I’m hungry
I like nudity
relic - Who doesn’t?
dpr - Me too, and me too.
I’m uncomfortable wearing clothes at the moment. Jessica never seems to stop eating. It’s realy creepy sometimes.
There’s something between my teeth. I drank a Pepsi this morning. Rubber cement, rubber cement! Look, a Nestle Crunch wrapper. Every gal in Constantinople lives in Istanbul not Constantinople. Altoids taste funny… or maybe it’s just me. [Abraham Simpson] “The President’s a Demmy-crat!” [/Abraham Simpson] I can’t seem to get the flavor of tuna out of my mouth. I got worms. You’re sitting in it now. I wanted to vote for Tarquin Biscuit-Barrel, but he lives in England. There’s STILL something between my teeth. Hey, I betcha can’t do… THIS!!! Oh, shit, cramp, cramp!! Stop laughing. It’s not my fault I’m not very dextrous. Hey, look, is that Mark Serlin? Oh, no, it’s just a pelican wearing a silly hat. I can’t find my shoes!!! Where are my shoes!!! Who stole my shoes!! Some bastard stole my shoes!!! Oh, wait, I’m wearing my shoes. Nevermind. Whatsamatta witchu? My shoes aren’t good enough for you? Well, maybe you’re not good enough for my shoes. Hey, a moth! How cute, it’s being eaten by a spider! That’s so nice. The miracles of nature. Why, the other day, an antelope was born in my room. The funny thing is, it came out of a chipmunk. Damn those genetic mutations.
So that’s what goes on in SPOOFE’s mind… Verrwy intersetink… Tell me, how do you feel about your mother?
I’d feel much better about her if she weren’t a toaster oven… and thank you oh so much for dredging up harsh memories of growing up on the kitchen counter!!!
::runs away sobbing::
There, there SPOOFE. Here have a pop-tart.
The lets get it to a million thread is fun for this stuff too.
i feel oddly compelled to use this thread to pad the post count a little.
but i can restrain it…
really…
Some lazy blood you are…
lol - i’m at work - this is lazier than shuttling papers
To the max??
Whoah, that’s like totally gnarly, dude. I mean, tubular in a bitchin’ way. Rock on.