MM, actually, it's not so much that Aimee, or any of us really, actually want to give you a stroke, it's just that we see that vein in your forehead and think, "Wow. I wonder just how big that thing can get before it pops. I bet it sprays blood everywhere. This I've got to see."

Someday you'll find out. And then you'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry when I'm dead from forehead-vein-explosivity!

Cocksuckers!

Woot, indeed! What class?

Electronic Recordkeeping - the most BORING class EVAH! Still waiting for my E-Publishing class grade. That prof is tough, so we'll see how I do.

I won't be sorry, I'll be too busy laughing my ass off.

Someday you'll find out. And then you'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry when I'm dead from forehead-vein-explosivity!

Seriously. What if you were wearing a favorite shirt?

Seriously. What if you were wearing a favorite shirt?

Prezactamundo!

I will give you laundry issues from beyond the veil of death! WoooOOOOooooo!!!

Seriously. What if you were wearing a favorite shirt?

And I'm thinking explody-forehead-vein is a bitch to clean out of the carpet.

Brain can be hard to get off the ceiling.

IJS.

Buffistas: Callous and strange is our art.

we see that vein in your forehead and think, "Wow. I wonder just how big that thing can get before it pops..."

So before it pops it'll look something like this?

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I would put on my favorite shirt just for the occasion.