Glory ,'Potential'
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.
Hey, shrift, Fall Out Boy is performing at some big concert down here in December. You should come.
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If I could afford a plane ticket, I would totally come down there and crash in your spare bedroom, and I wouldn't even try to get you to go to the Jingle Jam concert with me.
If I could afford a plane ticket, I would totally come down there and crash in your spare bedroom, and I wouldn't even try to get you to go to the Jingle Jam concert with me.
If money falls out of the sky and you can afford a plane ticket, my spare bedroom is yours. I mean, I'd have to clean it, but still.
Now is that true friendship, or what?
I mean, I'd have to clean it, but still.
Well, it's me. You wouldn't have to clean very much. I'll be too busy Not Telling you about how Pete Wentz has begun kissing his lead singer on the mouth during their cover of The Killers' "Mr. Brightside", which no doubt has Brandon "Not Gay!" Flowers' head exploding.
Well, it's me. You wouldn't have to clean very much.
No, but you at least have to be able to climb onto the bed. And get into the room.
I'll be too busy Not Telling you about how Pete Wentz has begun kissing his lead singer on the mouth during their cover of The Killers' "Mr. Brightside", which no doubt has Brandon "Not Gay!" Flowers' head exploding.
And I could...oh, god, what do I have left to pimp you into?
Happy Birthday PMoon!
FTR: height with a "t", often without a "t", and aunt with a "u".
We could just rewatch season four of Atlantis and flail about John and Rodney and Ronon and Teyla and Zelenka.
I love killing natter with tales of celebrity boykissing.
When I was in downtown Evanston a little bit ago, I had this bigass soda left over from lunch. When I paid my parking (in the lobby of the garage) I put my soda on top of the parking-paying-for machine. Then I left it there.
I just thought someone should know.
And if someone sees it there and calls the bomb squad and the Department of Homeland Security, the above is all some fiction stuff I made up.
I love killing natter with tales of celebrity boykissing.
You could kill it dead with pictures.
Ummmm....
Check on the day - still in my inside pants. Still working. Somehow this feel so much more efficient.