Tuesday, April 10, 2007
A note to my sister...
on the note of kinting... i am imploring my older sister, a.k.a. She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed (my brother in law came up with it, do not ask), to make me some new socks if it is at all possible... the previous ones you gave me have a hole completely through one of the heels and the other one has a soon-to-be-hole because i wear them so often (cold tiled dorm floors), so PLEASE?
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I'm not sure that's considered kinting anymore. In fact I'm pretty sure that's just outright asking :DD
I have extra yarn. I could send it for repairs. Alternately, you could send me the socks.
ok, yeah, i would have to send you the socks... and i think you gave me the extra yarn from those socks... maybe that was something different... but i will either get mom to send them when she sends other stuff or will do so myself...
Phhttttthhhhhhhppppp.
I fart in your general direction :D
(now aren't you glad that computers don't transit smells?)
:D
Don't ask why. I can't tell you-I'm just losing it completely.
I'm just here to break a habit. . .
Poor nun. Now she'll have to repair it. . .
THAT WAS SO BAD! OMG THAT WAS TERRIBLE!
Then I suppose I better not bring out any of the nun jokes. . .
(no really. They're terrible.)
I'm having nun of that!
stop now or i will begin censoring comments...
Phhttttthhhhhhhppppp.
:D:D:D:D:D
Nunsense - you can't cut us off - we're on a mission from god...
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tanks of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
('Cause it's a nun that sends them on the mission from god. See? Everything connects up if you look hard enough. . .)
'Its got cop shocks, cop tires, cop brakes, cop engine, and the engine was designed pre catalitic converters so it will run ok on regular deisel'
Can I just have a serious moment here and say how grateful I am that you both knew what I was talking about? Recently we had a bowling team building event at work and one of my team members, who is my age, had a shirt emblazoned with "On a Misson" on the front. I asked if it was from god and he and the other two team members had NO IDEA what I was talking about.
Eek. Glad to restore your faith in..parts of...humanity :D
Which parts? (What parts? Whatever. Parts is parts. )
Mr. Bigwell? Or am I missing the reference?
Well, I like to think there's the initial eye rolling implication of anatomy, but after that it's reference to an Wendy's (I think) commercial regarding chicken nuggets.
Sigh. Now I feel old.
BIG FLUFFY BUN!
Feel better now?
Took me a moment to remember that. . . I was perhaps dangerously close to taking the comment out of context. And no. Misery may love company, but it's still misery. :)
Just because I don't remember the commercial doesn't mean you're old, grendel....witty on the other hand (running AT LIGHT SPEED in the opposite direction of wherever she happens to be...yelling over my shoulder that I WAS KIDDING!!!!)
by the way, i have no farking idea what the hell you guys are on about, and for the record since i was the one who nicknamed whit, i spell it whitty, SHE spells it witty... and i agree with you vika, running along with her... I WAS JOK-ING! now she is probably going to hurt me... woe is me... and vika, are we sure it is not a mission from GLOD?
CGB-I spelled it witty for the same reason I just called you CGB.
Could be, could be a mission from GLOD. Are you SURE you're not Elvish?
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