|every inside joke ever|
every inside joke ever
Jul. 26th, 2005 @ 11:24 pm
in the year of 2003 sara will wed robespierramabob, i will finally be 22, and we will both say whoops sorry as we discuss our lives over lunch and refuse to hitch hike home. this will all result because i stole a couch cushion. and then we will build a tim hortons at the top of an alp we imported to the USA from austria. from there we will procede to watch a weird irish movie until three in the morning while eating nachos and we will take the movie out of the ra office using an invalid ID.
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|Date:||July 27th, 2005 10:58 pm (UTC)|| |
and your children will smatter poo all over the walls.
i'm rubber, you're glue, whatever you say bounces off me and you eat poo.
your mom smells like poo. your mom's face smells like poo. your mom's face's mom smells like poo. your mom's face's mom's butt smells like poo.
winnie the poo. he poo on you.
i'll smatter poo on you... and your mom... and your mom's face... and you mom's face's mom... and your mom's face's mom's butt.
that's what i have to say to that.
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