Shake my hand and breathe the same recycled air as me for twenty minutes. On your way out, tell me that you hope I don’t get the stomach flu that your family has. Also, mention that your stomach started feeling “different” on your way to meet me.
How To Send Me Into Paranoid Rage
January 10th, 2008 · No Comments
Categories:crap, don't go away mad just go away, Vomit
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Ewwwwwwwwww!!!!!
That is horrible!
I hope you killed this person. I think it is OK to do that where you are if you just tell the police that the “victim” failed to believe in God and you were simply forced to strike him/her down.
…You would be allowed to smite.
Or, no. Maybe that is a bad idea. A bit old testament, maybe.
Still, the murder would have been justified.
I’m printing out your response for my interogation!
How thoughtful of her. Good thing she didn’t have a sexually transmitted disease.
There’s always that to be thankful for.
I mean think of all the possibilities if she did…
Hi, my name is Jeremy, Ron Jeremy.
Egan kind of took my comment.
The “sexually transmitted disease” comment, not the “Ron Jeremy” comment.
Why are you telling the story of when we met? Hehe. j/k. I’m sorry love button.
What’s a love button?
I really must pay better attention.