Of course not, we’ve got ourselves a classy broad here.
hamsters
Broad? Perhaps of shoulders and of mind, but not of the sit to pee variety.
Dude, I saw you drinking Arbor Mist the other night.
Broad.
Oh, yes, right. Well you see I was really in the mood for a Island Fruits Pinot Grigio but in a manly way. When I was done I broke the bottle and imagined that right now I was sharing this exact moment with Stevie Nicks.
Stevie Nicks? The goat?
Trying to cop a feel.
I was going to write a long post of my Monday so far, but I bored even myself, so forget it.
Just like the white winged dove! Chug-a-lugs cheap shitty fruit wine! Ooh ooh ooh!
I knew a guy who had Stevie Nicks tattooed on his arm. What a flaming moron. He ended up joining the circus, no lie.
Remember when I joined the circus?
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Burma!
Sorry. I panicked.
Splunge!
Loud noises!
I love lamp!
Manpons!
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This sounds like a circle jerk.
No this sounds like a circle jerk:
nevermind the coding didn’t hold. Grrrr…
There is no way for me to mention that I got a new ball for the office, without it sounding dirty, is there?
Sure, you say: I have clean balls at the office.