Well, there we go... I have successfully landed my high school coffee-slinger job once more. (Um. Don't get me wrong though, I'm extremely grateful. Apparently they had nine other applications handed in before mine and they bumped me up to the front of the line because they remembered me. Good grief
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Why does no one ever fancy Bob? BECAUSE HE'S MIIIIIIINE, THAT'S WHY.
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Aw, it just doesn't run in our family, s'all! ;-D Although I like your hypothesis as well... Your Bob-lust is like a protective forcefield around him!
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*G* That means he HAS to date me because no one else is allowed to fancy him. Mmm. I am not AT ALL SCARY.
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And now I have conclusive proof that Mikey-fancying is a genetic disorder. *solemn nod*
I don't know. I've always preferred Bob. He reminds me of this guy who I had a crush on in high-school, and who I sang Aqua songs sometimes when we were driving alone.
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I don't know. I've always preferred Bob.
That's why the Mikey thing is clearly a genetic issue! I don't think you're related to us... *g* (Aw, your high school not-Bob sounds truly adorable.)
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Haha, oops. I read that so totally wrong. I read "genetic" as "congential" and then just kind of went from there...umm...
SLEEP. I GUESS I NEED IT.
(Aw, your high school not-Bob sounds truly adorable.)
TRUTH
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