December 2010
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Me: You don't have any band-aids at all?
Allyssa: No, we never cut ourselves.
Me: Your family only prooves to be further immortal.
Allyssa: Just like how we don't get allergies or runny noses!
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So I was reading your posts about Panty and Stocking before reading and was all “What’s the problem this is an awesome conclusion… Amazing episode. Totally awesome, beautiful music, cool graphics, transformations, awesome. What’s your prob-“
>Last minute of the episode
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
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>find out famous person’s age is within acceptable dating range
>doesn’t matter - you’ll never meet them anyway
>FFFFFFFUUUUUUUU-
Graeme: Our parents chose such lame jobs! Like... Turkeys... or repetitive, mundane, CD making. I don't want to be involved in either of them! Why couldn't they do something cool like... be carpenters who recreate... Victorian, fifthieth-century furniture.
Me: Well seeing as the fiftieth century hasn't happened yet, I'm really excited to see what those look like.
Graeme grumbles and leaves my room. He then comes back.
Graeme: Look! I'm like Teenage Two-Face! Like, "oh look I'm a pimply teen!" And, "Oh look I'm normal!" hahaha.
That awkward moment when your aunt and uncle buy...
and you’re like, “I wear medium, kthnxbai.”
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Fasner
– Allyssa
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So I just realized that I’m allergic to turkeys, which wouldn’t normally be a big deal ‘cept I currently live on a turkey farm. Everytime I enter the barn I have a crazy allergy attack…
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you know you’ve played too much Pokemon when your friend is playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl as Bowser, is fighting Metal Zero Suit Samus, and when they use fire breath on her you think “But Fire is super effective against Steel”
Whomever decided that my advent calendar meant that everyday I removed a child’s face via a convenient pop-out square with chocolate hidden behind it was fucked UP
His wrists are so cute! I just wanna cut them off and take them home with me!
– Jen
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Graeme: Where are your tweezers?
Me: On my desk, why do you need them?
Graeme sits down and starts to pick at his toe
Me: Hey no! I use those on my face! I don't want your feet on my face!
I get up, take them and put them back on my desk
Graeme kicks me in the face
Graeme: MY FEET!