rockOUTPERRYcomo (10:54:09 PM): i saw this lady at the ys in st. louis who was like, stampeding through the yarn shop
rockOUTPERRYcomo (10:54:14 PM): you could tell she got in there and freaked out
rockOUTPERRYcomo (10:54:20 PM): and her arms were FULL
rockOUTPERRYcomo (10:54:26 PM): and she had a HORRIBLE LOOK ON HER FACE
laydeepicturesho (10:54:37 PM): like she’d start biting people?
rockOUTPERRYcomo (10:54:41 PM): YES
rockOUTPERRYcomo (10:54:44 PM): EXACTLY
“I want ‘chicken pie’”
“What? Chicken pot pie? We don’t have that.”
“Chicken pie!”
“We don’t have pot pie!”
“Denise, she’s saying ‘chicken fight’. … sabong. Her dad has a DVD.”
Apparently, my four year old cousin loves sabong. Also, if you can read that wikipedia entry without snickering like a 12-year-old boy at least once, you are pretty awesome.
“Did you water my plants?”
[pause] “… yes. With the spray bottle I found in the garage.”
[pause] “You have to pour water on the soil. Every week, at least.”
“I know that! I… do…. that.”
“If I come back and my plants are dead, I’m going to kill you.”
i went out and drank.
no 1/4830480314891-48310 shot at the nablopomo prizes for me.
She came to the United States in June of 1984 and became a US citizen around 1987. She voted three times. (Clinton, Clinton, Gore)
For the past month, I’ve been wondering what she would say about the last seven years and the next four.
Slow down.
Speed up.
Use your signals.
Do not beep at me because I am being careful.
Two solid yellow lines mean you aren’t supposed to pass me.
You are not the only one who is late and stuck in traffic.
Stop being a jerk.
Today, I saw a girl run into the voting booth as if she was chosen to be a contestant on The Price Is Right. It was hilarious and, on the inside, I was probably just as excited as her.
Go out and vote (for my candidate) today!
