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i wonder if he practices his dope dance moves. pop and lock packard, pop and lock.

open the door and yell 'THE POWER OF SATAN COMPELS YOU' t

my parents made me go outside to practice.

:D i wish he would let me trim it up a bit. but yes..if he were to cut that damned thing off, he'd looked like a little boy.

you know he only orders the highest of quality of items. because he's super rich.

he could offer some 'daily affirmations' or some shit.

this guy gets it.

you're reminding us that it's saturday?

your goose is totally loose.

how funky is your chicken? how loose is your goose?

ok. i don't remember all of the dream from last night. BUT, it had to do with me being a jedi starfighter pilot. then, i was the best damned churro maker of all the galaxy. then, i turned around, and mr. disco cut off all of his hair, and shaved that awful beard. i wish i could remember the rest of it.

frozen waffle shit. i am too lazy to bust out the waffle maker. and i just ate the plain ole waffles. i was actually too lazy to reach in the cabinet and get the peanut butter.

pretty long. anywhere from 2.5 hours to 4. depends. but there is an intermission. usually with a wine bar. depends on where you go.

OMG! again...i NEED these in my life!

i don't understand? but...this seems appropriate for this thread.

OMG i NEED this in my life!

oh..you really should go. if you ever get the chance.

> and here i thought you were speaking of actual opera. whelp. now that it's on my mind. from 'the marriage of figaro'

cookie butter? what is this?

that would be awesome. did that in boot camp. but...alas...i ate the last banana this morning.

sold~ again!

sold!