and now for something completely different...
...a post with actual words i've typed, instead of a quiz thing.
i've been over at gwyndolyn's house a lot this past week due to a shameful addiction of a video game. and after a while i decided i needed to write down some of the nonsensical or funny things that were said
gwyn: ...cause being a non dryer having motherfucker is getting old.
owen: well maybe the dryers lips are numb.
lauren (singing): twinkle twinkle little penis.
reply: interesting.. shouldnt it be 'tinkle tinkle?'
and then there was also a story owen told about a cat trying to attack his underwear, but his jeans were too solid for the cat to get to him because they were 'stone jeans.' and then the cat was 'ruffling and duffling' and 'rolling and doling.' and then something about his jeans heating up and the cats claws 'turned to crisp.' (the end is somewhat more fuzzy because it was hard to hear everything owen said over gwyn's near-death by laughter.)
in other news... dartfaerie and gwyn are now evil. a while ago she made a post titled "Stolen from Titties Galore, I mean... vinegrette" all because of a shirt i had on one day when i was webcamming at her. gwyn saw her post and decided she liked the name for me, and started telling everyone to call me 'TG.' which most people forgot after that first day, but owen hasnt, so i get to hear my 5yo nephew say things like 'hush up, TG!' blah. evil people!
...did i mention that its about 830am, and i really need some sleep? this whole entry should probably be ignored.
i've been over at gwyndolyn's house a lot this past week due to a shameful addiction of a video game. and after a while i decided i needed to write down some of the nonsensical or funny things that were said
gwyn: ...cause being a non dryer having motherfucker is getting old.
owen: well maybe the dryers lips are numb.
lauren (singing): twinkle twinkle little penis.
reply: interesting.. shouldnt it be 'tinkle tinkle?'
and then there was also a story owen told about a cat trying to attack his underwear, but his jeans were too solid for the cat to get to him because they were 'stone jeans.' and then the cat was 'ruffling and duffling' and 'rolling and doling.' and then something about his jeans heating up and the cats claws 'turned to crisp.' (the end is somewhat more fuzzy because it was hard to hear everything owen said over gwyn's near-death by laughter.)
in other news... dartfaerie and gwyn are now evil. a while ago she made a post titled "Stolen from Titties Galore, I mean... vinegrette" all because of a shirt i had on one day when i was webcamming at her. gwyn saw her post and decided she liked the name for me, and started telling everyone to call me 'TG.' which most people forgot after that first day, but owen hasnt, so i get to hear my 5yo nephew say things like 'hush up, TG!' blah. evil people!
...did i mention that its about 830am, and i really need some sleep? this whole entry should probably be ignored.