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color me blind
There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind. - So Long And Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams |
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A female member of the homo sapiens species
(warm-blooded, omnivorous, currently alive) Diet includes walrus diarrhea, preserved portions of man-made worms cooked in boiling water and the outermost layer of flesh of eggs that have been incubated, raised, beheaded, plucked and fried in oil. Extremely unpredictable, high-five on sight. tagboard
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I don't know what I want to post, therefore I shall post all the convos I had with people today.In the morning. Mother: We're going to fetch someone. Take care of Arrick. Me: Orh. In my room. Awdree: *exits toilet* Me: Were you reading books inside? Awdree: ...Yaa... Me: Mine? Awdree: ... Me: *deep breath* DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD YOU NOT TO READ MY BOOKS IN THE TOILET, LEAVE IT UNDER THE TABLE OR DUMP IT IN MY SHELF WHEN YOU'RE DONE YOU KNOW IT'S DAMN UNHYGENIC *censored blah*. Awdree: *escapes through door* Me: GET BACK HERE! YOU DIDN'T FLUSH THE TOILET! At art class. Guy in white(not the weird one): AGHHH!@#$%^&* I HATE DRAWING HUMANS! Teacher: Okay. Draw 100. Guy in white: My humans are ugly. (I sympathize!) Teacher: No, the ones at the back are nice... *points to file* Guy in white: Those don't count. Gehh. Teacher: Aiya, ask Alison for references. Me: Eh? Guy in white: What? Teacher: Her humans are nice. (*puke* Mine were totally lopsided and with no proportions at all.) Guy in white: Who is Alison? (lol) *awkward silence* Guy in white: Who the hell is Alison? *awkwarder silence* Teacher: There la. Guy in white: Where? Teacher: Diagonally to your left. (where I was sitting) Guy in white: *looks around* Is she human? Me: PFF. Teacher: No, she is a deity. (I am so not!) Guy in white: O...kay. Then she never fly? Teacher: Not now la. Later when the class ends she will fly out of the window and go into her father's car through the sunroof. Me: .... Next conversation, in the car. Father: Alison, do you think it's time for you to start falling in love with people already? Me: HELL NO! Father: I shall have to make you when you're twenty. Me: Good luck forcing me. Hand over the rollercoaster. And here ends the convos I had today. Kewl right? |