Feb 13, 2007 15:09
emily, you comin, woman? there is stupid stuff I gotta talk to you about.
Ventured out it the snow to order flowers, and tried to describe to this girl what I wanted and she just kept nodding and not writing anything down in a way that just screamed:
"yeah. uh huh. no, this is gonna be ugly. the more you say, the uglier it's gonna be, lady. give me all your money."
so I did. Take that, Wuehle.
Tomorrow I'm going to eat a bag of milky ways.
Joe Kapp's game, speed version!~!!!!!!: (if you get them I will share my milky ways with you, valentine.
1.Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
2.If I sliced you up real little bitty
I'd sliver and splice you
And then you'd be many (two acceptable answers)
3.Another hole inside the hole you're in
4.Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
5.I could learn to play the game
Learn to run the hustle
If I only had the brains
The money or the muscle