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I saw you once but that was in the middle of Midnight Madness or something in the main event room Friday. It was during a showing, so I decided I would find you later and say hi, but I never saw you again.
Do you seriously want an answer to the question? That's easy.
Because I still think of you as one of my best friends.
On a side note, call me sometime, loser. I expect to see you at my/Rachel's/Eric's birthday party whenever we actually stop being lazy nazis and get details together, if not before then.
Surprisingly enough, that wasn't directed at you. You don't blow me off when I say hi.
Thanks for the invite. Let me know when it is, you lazy Nazi. (Ha, it's kinda funny -- Nazis are crazy conservative, and you're far, far from it.) You probably won't see me until then. I avoid being in Gwinnett as much as possible, and when I am there, I'm making pizzas (even though we just got a new manager who met me once and doesn't know who I am or that I work there despite my pictures and the many post it notes with my cell number and when I prefer to work all over the office -- in other words, I don't know how much longer I'll have an excuse to go to Gwinnett).
You are on my friends list for the same reason I have almost every girl on there. I believe it will eventually get me into your pants.
And it's interesting reading. You're one of those people I don't know too well in real life, we don't talk much online, but I still like to follow what has been happening to you. Even if you think you made a boring post, you probably wrote it to make it seem more interesting.
"I believe it will eventually get me into your pants."
Like hell it will; I don't have all those sharp, pointy implements just for show. You might be able to get into my pants, though. Preferably with said sharp, pointy implements, too, *winkwink* *nudgenudge*
I am actually sorry that I didn't get to see you on Friday. Believe me, it had nothing to do with you--Chris was with me and I didn't any kind of a scene. I would have liked to see you and Eric, though. Perhaps over Thanksgiving break we can meet up?
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Because I still think of you as one of my best friends.
On a side note, call me sometime, loser. I expect to see you at my/Rachel's/Eric's birthday party whenever we actually stop being lazy nazis and get details together, if not before then.
-- Imran
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Thanks for the invite. Let me know when it is, you lazy Nazi. (Ha, it's kinda funny -- Nazis are crazy conservative, and you're far, far from it.) You probably won't see me until then. I avoid being in Gwinnett as much as possible, and when I am there, I'm making pizzas (even though we just got a new manager who met me once and doesn't know who I am or that I work there despite my pictures and the many post it notes with my cell number and when I prefer to work all over the office -- in other words, I don't know how much longer I'll have an excuse to go to Gwinnett).
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-- Imran
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And it's interesting reading. You're one of those people I don't know too well in real life, we don't talk much online, but I still like to follow what has been happening to you. Even if you think you made a boring post, you probably wrote it to make it seem more interesting.
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Like hell it will; I don't have all those sharp, pointy implements just for show. You might be able to get into my pants, though. Preferably with said sharp, pointy implements, too, *winkwink* *nudgenudge*
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And I don't quite understand what you meant by "sharp, pointy implements" so I chose to interpret it as "penguins."
What the hell do penguins have to do with getting into someone's pants? I admit, I am intrigued, but still...
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