A weblog of diaretic (as opposed to diarrhetic) crap.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Introduction
Shit, meet Fan. Fan, Shit. [shaking of hands] Can I offer either of you drink? No? Ok then, I'll just be over here in the fetal position while you two get better acquainted.
Oh, I'm not gonna aaaaask, no I'm not gonna aaaaask, Oh,I'm just gonna sit here and I'm not gonna aaaaask. No. no, not me No, no not me I fuck it, whats up?
Hey, sending ***ZEN HUGS*** - Hope things will perk themselves right up. If you wanna talk about it, drop me an email, and I'll give you a call at a CB-convenient time :) Feel Better!
10 comments:
Oh, I'm not gonna aaaaask,
no I'm not gonna aaaaask,
Oh,I'm just gonna sit here
and I'm not gonna aaaaask.
No. no, not me
No, no not me
I
fuck it, whats up?
usually my first thought on reading a post like that would be "oh no, who have you done?"
So tell. You wouldn't have posted that much otherwise.
are you knocked up?
Hey, sending ***ZEN HUGS*** - Hope things will perk themselves right up. If you wanna talk about it, drop me an email, and I'll give you a call at a CB-convenient time :)
Feel Better!
You're in the family way? I thought that Americans knew about birth control? Congratulations. Who's the father? Kidding. What's up sweetpea?
mmmmmm? And.......?
I know, I know..........sold out of Abercrombie and Fitch blister plasters ?
Oh dear. Would it be rude to ask what this is about?
Despite the flip first comment, I'm worried. You ok? hx
me too.
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