Franny...EasyBake doesn't wear your or anyone else's panties anymore.




Did you know that?

I'm sorry, that must be some asian terminology that I'm not familiar with..........................

The police car didn't know either.



I guess it had a blow out.

Franny...is there a way-----------------------you know?

No Ah don't know.

Stop yelling ....I have a headache. :(

Oh.




That girl can really frustrate me---she does it on purpose.

Here's an i-net kissy-poo on your head for the ache.




kissykissykissykisssy

eeewwwwwwwwwww, who knows how many men he's kissed with those lips.

Sayer Maish.....that's you,Math......some of us have it,and some of us don't.



Now you can call me gay until RockTard's money comes home....but I got it.

And you don't.










It's called ....pizazz....and Magnetic attraction...Full metal pud jacket....a way about one....sizzle.....intellect....wow factor....great Sorbet...knowing which button to---do.......and what have you.




You are an ink blot.

I am a crazy person.

I'll tell you what you are.






Simple.

Isn't it nice to have Franny bacl<.
















you too Sighty Poo











DeboDeb?








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Herpes?

Thomas ain't here.

What does Thomas and his english muffins have to do with this?

Ask Sighty-poo.

We would play baseball with just 2 guys...when things were hard.


The school was brick and about something like four feet from the ground there was this concave cement break in the brick..about 8 inches thick..and then the bricks started again.

What we would do is use a rubber ball. We would chalk in a strike zone on the brick The cement border was out of the strike zone.. The pitcher was to call whether the ball hit the zone.We were on the honor system.

But we all cheated.


The cement border was important because the pitcher couldn't get away with saying it was a high strike because when that ball hit that border...it would go BOING!!...and jump up in the air.


I always brought a bucket of water and made sure the ball was always wet when I batted....it would leave an imprint on the wall as to where it hit.


When I pitched, I took the bucket with me so I could cheat.

Thomas is a very bad man.

!



And maybe you are a very bad shopper!

Just the kind of occurance I should expect if I'm not in my beloved Whole Foods!

!!




Sighty, really..you are a sick girl.

Get the Amish heretic to go back to the flock.

This,in all probability, would save you.