Me::my sister:deserts::rain.
Me: http://www.facebook.com/seven.foot.tool?ref=mf
Every week, I try to find my new Facebook boyfriend.
Aalison:
haha
Me:
It will be a summer wedding. Late summer.
Aalison:
you know what? that's not a knife
Me:
HAHAHAHA.
It will do the job for murdering me in mid-August, however.
Aalison:
he looks like every bully ever cast in an early 90's film
Me:
Seriously.
Sweep the leg!
And then fucking stab it!
Aalison:
or just chop it off
does he also have some numchucks there?
Me:
I thought he was wearing a tank top but that's something else. YES.
Aalison:
just in case the knife fails him
Me:
Knife, don't fail me now.
Or I'll bring in your little brother, Nummy.
Aalison:
hahaha
good times good times
Me:
Two out of five of his favorite pages there have "fuck" in them.
That's how I knew it [was] meant 2 B.
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I know, I know, it's nunchucks. But we're just delicate girls. We don't know things. About things.