IN MY PANTS.
I don't know if clown pants would be a good look for you.
Then again you like capris.
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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.
If I had the oomph I'd bring a pile of goat. And take all the leftovers home with me.
Hmm. That is okay at a potluck, right? There isn't anything else sensible to do.
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I'd eat your goat, ita. Would it be jerked? BBQed? (You can get BBQ goat in Oakland.)