Blargnecessity
Blarg. All around Blarg. Taco Bell Blarg, my powerpoint doesn't work Blarg, and whatever else I think of that I don't think of right now Blarg. And Alexis Blarg...BIG Alexis Blarg. Mostly because Alexis isn't someone else Blarg. Maybe it's just me Blarg. Do I not like her liking ME Blarg or do I not like HER liking me Blarg? I don't know Blarg. Mucho mucho Blarg...o. Maybe I need a vacation Blarg. Do you understand me Blarg, or will you just think I'm annoying Blarg? Will you let me know Blarg? Why don't people show they have balls by telling others their feelings Blarg? And why does it seem like the only person I can have serious conversations like this about are always on the far side of the drive-thru window BLARG!!! ? (This time it was Erin Gunderson's Dad...no Blarg. But apparently even SHE has self-esteem issues BLARGIFICATION*20^13+a bunch!!!!)
:: imitating youthful, caring, soothing female voice :: And for those of you unfamiliar with Owen-type-talk, Blarg is the equivalent of "This annoys me" or "This gets on my nerves" or "I don't like this" or "Dot is fat."
"Are you saying Dot is fat?" "Yes. Yes, I am."
:: imitating youthful, caring, soothing female voice :: And for those of you unfamiliar with Owen-type-talk, Blarg is the equivalent of "This annoys me" or "This gets on my nerves" or "I don't like this" or "Dot is fat."
"Are you saying Dot is fat?" "Yes. Yes, I am."