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fuck you matt

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Good God. I went out at lunch and bought a Self-Pity Special (latte w/a shot of syrup). I haven't done that in 10 years.

If I die, I want y'all to fight out in the backyard for my stuff.

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But how will you ever get the enjoyment of watching us duke it out? I think you should schedule the fights before you go. Just a suggestion.

Do you feel less pitiful?

There's no reason I can't haunt your asses.

...weirdly, yes. Yes, I do.

Boy, won't you feel like a dick when we all just bury our differences in a massive circle hug because the loss of you just brought us closer together? Then we donate your stuff to charity.

*giggle*
Okay, I was gonna suggest a massive butterscotch pudding wrestling match, but I like Goddessdster's clever concept better.

Edit: dammit, fingers!

Edited 2009-05-13 17:51 (UTC)

You seem to have an obsession with those...

It just sounds so bizarre.
And I like butterscotch pudding.

;p

As long as the house gets cleared out, I have no problem with it.

<.<
>.>
*quietly puts knives away*

I HAVE A PURPOSE ON THIS PLANET!!! WOOT!

Also, to eat cake. NOM NOM NOM

Yes, to STEAL ALL MY FUN!!!

*scowly-face*

/offers you bite of cake

Harrumpf! *attempts to spurn cake*

...

*is unsuccessful*

I forgot to ask: are you dying from the milk-caffeine-sugar combo? Or is it the froth?

Does this mean I finally get your shitajiki?

No.

Aw, c'mon. It's not like you can take it with you.

Just as info, I don't want your car.

*SPORF*

I call dibs on your MIB swag.

Groovy.

I am bringing the nunchucks.

Oh, AnnLarimer! Don't you know you deserve syrup lattes every day? If anyone does, it's you!

I'll probably regret asking this, but did you phone Matt today?

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeyeah, we're just finishing it up. We're staying open late tonight. We'll call if it's not too late."

*broken sobbing*

What an asshole.

I agree with whoever said it yesterday. Call the Better Business Bureau on him.

When I get the car back and see how it runs. For all I know it shoots Skittles out the exhaust pipe now.

That car'd better TELEPORT you to wherever you want to go.

Well, that might be kinda cool. Because, ya know, Skittles.

Oops I did it again,
I fucked up your car!
Got lost buying parts!
Oh Annie Annie
Oops!
You think I'm the Auto Club!
You'll drive to get a kebab!
But I'm not that competent!

*howler monkey laugh*

You totally deserve the latte.

Jesus, Ann, don't die! The battle over your stuff would be a fannish version of the Stones' concert at Altamont (well, minus the Hell's Angel's and the drugs).

Please don't die Ann, please don't die!

(Got any parrots?)

What flavor syrup?

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