A Jac Azz: hey how do you make the boxes smaller?
Ahhh my NECK: by being cool
A Jac Azz: ha, no..really
Ahhh my NECK: by being smart
A Jac Azz: ha, no...really
Ahhh my NECK: by being hot
A Jac Azz: HAHAHAHAH
Well whoopty frikkin doo. In my infinite wisdom, I devise the sneaky plan to ask my mom to sign up for a prep course for the SAT's (wasn't planning on signing up) so I can get her credit card. I copied down the number and gave it back. I told her that the sign-up form had to be sent in through the mail, so I gave her back the card. Woopty frikkin do, wouldn't you know I copied down the wrong damn number! Go me.
The best part is Chris is all like:
so i killed him.
The end.
Ok have to go now. Call me on my cellular telly. If you don't know what it is, then please...don't ask around. Nobody wants to talk to a loser.
Bye.