Reply With Quotehe just drew the curtains in his room, rolled over, grinned, and growled, "You're my wife now," at me.
He says he's given up smoking. I think this might have something to do with it.
he just drew the curtains in his room, rolled over, grinned, and growled, "You're my wife now," at me.
This thread is almost as funny as a Zevad thread. Keep at it.
He just sat up and exclaimed "The truth is out there." The then fell into his pillow, muttering, "Watch this DVD," then headbutted my arm as if he were a Ram.
HIM: "Do you think is I ran really fast head-first at the headboard, I'd beeak ik?"
ME: "Probably not."
HIM: "Alright then, I won't do it."
It's unclear to me if he was talking about the board or his head.
He now claims he's been sidetracked by me and my feminine charms.
I keep yelling at him to have a cigerette.
He wants you.
Originally Posted by Technofear
I am made out of water. You wouldn't know it, because I have it bound in. My friends are made out of water, too. All of them. The problem for us is that not only do we have to walk around without being absorbed by the ground but we also have to earn our livings.
-Philip K Dick
Confessions of a Crap Artist
He wants nicotine, is what he wants...
Give it to him then!
The nicotine.
I am made out of water. You wouldn't know it, because I have it bound in. My friends are made out of water, too. All of them. The problem for us is that not only do we have to walk around without being absorbed by the ground but we also have to earn our livings.
-Philip K Dick
Confessions of a Crap Artist
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