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Showing posts with label December 2013. Show all posts
Showing posts with label December 2013. Show all posts
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
That Awkward Moment...
...when you see a Port-a-Potty out of the corner of your eye and flip out.
Because you think it's the bloody TARDIS.
I need help.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
More Season Three
"Baker Street? He isn't there anymore. It's been two years; he's got on with his life."
I haven't.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
The Interesting, The Awkward, and The Weird
If you know me at all, you know that my family and friends are - uh - interesting. Here are some of the equally interesting things they have said (names have been removed to protect the - ah - profound).
“The air tastes like rust.”
“It couldn’t not be raw.”
“All he cares about is apricots.”
“His nose is all over his face.”
“How Hufflepuff is that?”
“I’ve told you a billion times, do not exaggerate!”
“Watch the poop.”
“My finger’s claustrophobic.”
“The kitchen is echoing with demonic laughter.”
“I like flavors.”
“Have a piece of sugar.”
“He was the bacon-iest of all the reindeer.”
“I have another birthday present for you. It’s my giant, leftfooted gout-boot. Do you want it?”
“My heart is beeping.”
“Take the goats with you.”
“It’s a shnoogie ball!”
"Stop licking your arm.'
“Kids are not cheese.”
“HE ATE THE THIRTY-DAY SUPPLY IN ONE MORNING?!”
"I love all animals. Especially stink beetles."
“I will never unknow that this was a thing.”
“How do you spell turd?”
"Where's Samantha?" "Reading Harry Potter." "Again?" "No. Still."
“Wait! You forgot your pants!”
“Never eat the moon.”
“That beaver’s building a nest.”
“He wants to eat and sleep and find pumas.”
“Watch out for rainbows. They’re very slippery.”
“And then I ate mud. The end.”
And now, for the grand finale, the all-time strangest thing anyone has ever told me.
Drumroll pleeeeeeeeease...
"I like the Patriots."
“The air tastes like rust.”
“It couldn’t not be raw.”
“All he cares about is apricots.”
“His nose is all over his face.”
“How Hufflepuff is that?”
“I’ve told you a billion times, do not exaggerate!”
“Watch the poop.”
“My finger’s claustrophobic.”
“The kitchen is echoing with demonic laughter.”
“I like flavors.”
“Have a piece of sugar.”
“He was the bacon-iest of all the reindeer.”
“I have another birthday present for you. It’s my giant, leftfooted gout-boot. Do you want it?”
“My heart is beeping.”
“Take the goats with you.”
“It’s a shnoogie ball!”
"Stop licking your arm.'
“Kids are not cheese.”
“HE ATE THE THIRTY-DAY SUPPLY IN ONE MORNING?!”
"I love all animals. Especially stink beetles."
“I will never unknow that this was a thing.”
“How do you spell turd?”
"Where's Samantha?" "Reading Harry Potter." "Again?" "No. Still."
“Wait! You forgot your pants!”
“Never eat the moon.”
“That beaver’s building a nest.”
“He wants to eat and sleep and find pumas.”
“Watch out for rainbows. They’re very slippery.”
“And then I ate mud. The end.”
And now, for the grand finale, the all-time strangest thing anyone has ever told me.
Drumroll pleeeeeeeeease...
"I like the Patriots."
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