Doctor, doctor...Can't you see I'm burning, burning...

[strtmyorange]

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[constituent]

Ha ha. You're a designer disease. I was the off-the-shelf variety with Influenza.

[strtmyorange]

"You're a designer disease"

Yes, that's me: brand whore to the very end, even when it comes to deadly diseases.

[constituent]

Hey baby, are you cold or is that Burberry you're wearing?"

[strtmyorange]

LOL.

Eeewww, no, never that kind of brand!! That's just FUGLY! (IMHO) That has Trixie written ALL over it! JPG, YSL, McQueen, Betsey Johnson, Watanabe, Viktor & Rolf, etc...and the one and only, Galliano. I'm like a crack addict during all the different fashion weeks!

[constituent]

All those names you mentioned above are foreignese to me. You sure you don't live on Oak Street?

[strtmyorange]

I live UNDER Oak Street. They don't really let me walk among the real shoppers. Hon, not only can I NOT afford to buy anything by any of the names above, I'd get unceremoniously ushered out of the Prada store faster than a bum out of Starbucks. Just because I'm wearing Gap jeans!! ;-)

[constituent]

Just because there's a hole in the crotch, it doesn't make the jeans GAP!

[strtmyorange]

Oooh, SNAP!! Ahahahahahaa!!!

[constituent]

Oh great! Now the elastic on the undies is shot!

[constituent]

Ha ha. The gods must be eavesdropping today, since I just received a promotional GAP e-mail a short while ago.

[strtmyorange]

Buaahahahahaa!!! Scary! Let's talk about becoming millionaires and see what happens...since we have the gods' ears.

[constituent]

::rains monopoly money and donuts::

We should talk about billions instead. That and Trixies relocating to Beirut because the humidity isn't as terrible and they mistook sheik for chic.

[strtmyorange]

HA!! LMAO! I'm in! *Starts thinking really hard about billions and relocation of Trixies*

::Brain explodes from overuse::