*laughs helplessly*
So, between my Gilmore Girls addiction and my need to write stupid ass stories I keep deleting over and over again (where has my writ GONE?) my roommate (not jaws_of_fenrir, my other roomie, Dana) and I are watching Step Up.
We're half an hour in and for the fifth time, Dana erupts into a husky giggle: "Oh my god, you just know he has muscles under those baggie shirts. MmmMMMM you know he has muscles, oh yeah."
It might be the most hilarious thing on the planet. My roomie (who has a happily longterm boyfriend) is randomly having epileptic seizures about a guy with possible-muscles underneath baggie shirts.
Is this what I'm like talking about Jared? 'Cause Puppy got muscles.
We're half an hour in and for the fifth time, Dana erupts into a husky giggle: "Oh my god, you just know he has muscles under those baggie shirts. MmmMMMM you know he has muscles, oh yeah."
It might be the most hilarious thing on the planet. My roomie (who has a happily longterm boyfriend) is randomly having epileptic seizures about a guy with possible-muscles underneath baggie shirts.
Is this what I'm like talking about Jared? 'Cause Puppy got muscles.