Opening line: "My back hurts and I want to stab people." The rest of the poem should write itself!
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Heroes made Joe a little misty eyed.
I don't want to go to bed, because if I do, it will be tomorrow, and then I'll have to go to work again.
sigh
If you feel like it Allyson, you can come write this paper for me. It's making me cry and want to quit school. And it's not even my final project.
Will you finish editing my book? I'm all procrastinatey, and I'm in the home stretch. Ruby is snoozing on the pillow next to me, and she looks so comfy and peaceful. Not a care in the world.
Friggin cat.
Will you finish editing my book?
Love to. I understand your book, which is something I can not say about what I'm supposed to be writing in this paper.
I'll come write it for you, Aimee. What's your address?
grape nuts. That sounded a lot funnier in my head.
I would pay so much money for these headaches to go away.
And a tidy sum for them not to manifest new features.
I would pay so much money for these headaches to go away.
I'd chip in.