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Tuesday, July 17, 2012
GET OUT OF TOWN.
I literally say this to my brother about 47 times every single day. Just said it, in fact. Or screamed it. Since he just came and scared the jeebers out of me.
GET OUT OF TOWN. pretty butterfly.
ReplyDeleteYOU'RE A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteYOUR FACE IS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteYOUR MOM'S FACE IS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteCHUCK NORRIS IS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteCHUCK NORRIS'S MOM IS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteCHUCK NORRIS'S FACE IS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteCHUCK NORRIS'S MOM'S FACE IS A PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
ReplyDeleteTHE ULTIMATE INSULT! WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT THIS?
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I don't even know. Certainly something.
ReplyDeleteJust we'll live in suspense. CAUSE WE MAY NEVER FIND IT OUT.
ReplyDeleteI DO LOVE THAT SENSE OF SUPSENSE. PORT. We mayn't. But I think I'll be okay.
ReplyDeleteOH MY FLUSTERED GRAVY. SUCH PORTIC TALENT! FO SHO. In love with this suspense. IT WILL BE OKAY.
ReplyDeleteNOTHING BUT PORTIC TALENT HERE. Precisey just that. You know.
ReplyDeleteEXACTLY HERE. Portic talents. I do know.
ReplyDeleteOh good. As long as you do.
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