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That's gross.
That's as bad as the lemon dream I had yesterday because you were talking about it on the fricking phone. I dreamt that we were playing naked hangman with a cantaloupe as the writing untinsel and the other person's back as the board. And I didnt even know who the hell the other guy was. If you didnt guess the words within 3 tries, oxygen deprivations which means pretty ribbons around your neck. =_= I lost twice. It was a horrible dreams because the lighting was all soft and I almost caught on fire. AND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHO THE OTHER GUY WAS. But he had a sexy back. GREAT.
NOW YOU DRAGGED ME INTO IT.
Now in Cantwell's class, when sexyback plays, thats going to be VERY, VERY BADD.
Ugh. BLAH. IMMA GO NOW.
-Juliet
ICK. EW.
GROSS.
NO.
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