Where exactly would you stash your Jay Sean, Aimee?
IN MY PANTS.
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Where exactly would you stash your Jay Sean, Aimee?
IN MY PANTS.
Poor Miracle Man.
Pfft. Poor nothin. The only reason he still lives with me is cause he found out too late that Minnie Driver was not only in Michigan and in our town, and hanging out at our favorite bar. Had he known, I'd hate to think how fast he would have been out that door in search for some Minnie-Love. :)
I cannot fault you that longing, Aims.
After the blood drive, it's salon time for me!
IN MY PANTS.
I don't know if clown pants would be a good look for you.
Then again you like capris.
After the blood drive, it's salon time for me!
Come back sassy!
I don't know if clown pants would be a good look for you.
I'll do it.
Then again you like capris.
That's because capris rock. Duh.
Capris are inherently flawed. I don't understand why otherwise right-minded people don't understand that.
Aims, you'd be pissed. No one out of 52+ people has signed up for the holiday pot luck this Friday. Of course, that includes me. I do think Monday's a bit late to be sending out those invites, though, but still. We're all very slack.
Ah see, the potluck is inherently flawed. I wouldn't be pissed, I'd just be bringing a lot of middle eastern food and hoping no one liked it.
Wow, our potluck holiday party was announced 2 weeks ago (and is to take place on Friday) and within 4 hours, more than half the staff had already signed up. By the time slacker me signed up a week later, I think 90% of the staff had signed up.