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[chocolateychic8]

So, since we didn't get around to the picnic last weekend, what do you say about this weekend? Kurai's sister is working Saturday so we can chill there and I have the play thingie, so what does everyone think about Friday? Sugarhouse park has a river thingie with a tunnel with water, so that makes it a water party too! We can either bring food or

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[russbustah]

Hrrm, I'm not really sure if I can even hang out on Friday or Saturday because I know that I'll have lots of work to do since it's Mother's Day, but if I can, sounds like fun to me.

[chocolateychic8]

oh poo!

[chocolateychic8]

oh poo! Will I get to see you at all this week?

[russbustah]

I'm gonna make damn sure of that, hrrrm, didn't Erika say something about a sleepover or something on Saturday? Perhaps I can tell my mom that I've been helping a fucking lot lately and that I should be able to sleep over and that I'll come back early, because I already know that we'll be having a family brunch thing at Little America or something.

[chocolateychic8]

I can sleepover Friday, but not Saturday, me and her already have one planned because it would be easier for me to get to Judge in the morning for my play.

[russbustah]

Ahh, I see.
I can still try and sleep over Friday. I would have to go back to my house pretty early I think... well unless I took a shower at Erika's.

[chocolateychic8]

Oo, to cinch the deal, make her a poem that goes like so : Mother, Mother, Mother, it's not just a name. It's the sound of (insert sound that reminds you of her such as "gizmo barking''). It's the smell of (insert smell that reminds you of her like "stuffed chili peppers baking, wafting through the air"). It's the sight of (insert sight that reminds you of her like "hitler"). It's the touch of (insert touch like "the satin comforter you gave me"). It's the taste of (you know the drill, like "sushi from my Asian upbringing"). then end it with Mother Mother Mother, it's not just a name. It's cheesy as hell, but it makes my mom cry everytime she reads it.

[russbustah]

*scribble scribble* I think I got it all... It's the smell of Gizmo's feet, which like all pugs smells perplexingly like Frito's.