fortunately, sweeney saved me last night by letting me sleep over at her house, where i caught the wimblies.
"what's up?"
"chillaxin'."
"do you need a laxative?"
props to april for her drive-by hugging.
oh, mrs. doubtfire.
i would end this properly, but - you know.
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*high five* You know i love drive-by-hugging you.
Chillaxin? Sounds like what I'm doing right about now.
*clutches stomach*
Uh, gotta go! *runs*
-April
Or quoting Will Ferrell: "Ughhhh...I had way too many cherry poptarts backstage!"
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