Jen: OMG...
Jen: we don't have a final per se in Group Therapy (what I call my Interpersonal Communication class) but I found out what our final project is...
Vic: uh oh
Jen: we have to get up in the middle of the room and discuss what areas of our life are changing because of the class.... then we have to non-verbally act out what we are feeling at the moment. WTF.
Jen: now I have to stand in the middle of a room and MIME my feelings??
Vic: ROTFLMFAO!
Vic: blog that!
Jen: LOL ok
Jen: I cant believe this class is required for Crminal Justice majors
Vic: lol

From a conversation with my friend Jeff:

Jeff: oh god
Jeff: what did i do
Vic: hm?
Jeff: i downloaded the gap commercial song
Vic: ROTFL!!!!!

"When Lucy Lawless was twelve, she went to the theater to see the original Evil Dead, and when she walked out, she thought that the man who produced this movie had to be the sickest man to walk the earth. In 1998 she married him."

When I was a boy of 10
I had a very best friend
Ed was kind, with good intent
But just a little dif-fer-ent
Ooooohhh
Special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now he's not so bright instead
He's a little bit special
Just a little bit special

We played tag and he'd get hurt
I'd play soldiers and he'd eat dirt
I liked math and spelling bees
Ed liked talking to the trees
Ooooohhh
Special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now she keeps him in the shed
Cause he's a little bit special
A little bit special

I ran track, hung out in malls
Ed ran headfirst into walls
I had girls, and lots of clothes
Ed had names for all his toes
Ooooohhh
Special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now he thinks he's a piece of bread
He's a little bit special
Just a little bit special

One day talking to special Ed
He grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
And as he laughed at me that's when I knew
Special Ed just made me special, too

And now I laugh as I count bugs
I give strangers great big hugs
Next to me Ed is fine
He's a, a fucking Einstein
Ohhhhhh
Special Ed and me
Now we're not right in the head, you see
Now we're not so bright instead
We're a little bit special
Just a little bit special
That bastard Ed made me special.

See? it's just proof we were meant to be friends... we're all the same STD.

whee.... I'm syphilis too.

Take the Affliction Test Today!

Vic: mmm. Wendy's.
Jen: :P shut up
Jen: do you know how long its been since I had Wendys??
Vic: lol
Jen: no, they had to build them all at least 10 miles away from my house
Jen: bah
Jen: ::cries::
Vic: fine. we'll have to go to a Wendy's next time we hang out
Jen: :)
Vic: we'll pretend it's exotic, cause these days, for you, it is
Vic: lol
Jen: LOL
Vic: eww... too much ketchup in my burger
Jen: ::licks the burger:: there you go
Vic: lol. eww
Vic: yours now
Jen: LOL... growing up my brothers used to steal food off my plate so I made it a habit to lick everything I planned on eating
Jen: i hate my family
Vic: lol
Vic: wow
Vic: mmm... a frosty
Jen: alright, are you doing this on purpose?
Jen: ::grins::
Vic: lol :-)
Vic: yes.
Jen: lol... fine...
Jen: oh, gee, look at this 6'1'' fireman that just appeared in my room... and I dont believe my house is burning down... wow, you certainly are ripped, Mr. Fireman... what's that? You're feeling warm? Sure! You can take your clothes off... I don't mind
JeffMulder: LOL

A hinged banana. Ooooh. How kinky.

The vending machine at school sells two packs of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for 70 cents... That's, like, 10 seconds of pleasure. $4.20 a minute... Great, the vending machine may as well be a 1-900 phone sex line at that price: 1-900-PEA-NUTS

Gary: plane tickets aren't too bad if you order then like, months in advance
Gary: it's when you order then the night before you go that you get price raped
Jen: LOL what an image
Gary: hehe
Jen: I picture a big dollar sign holding a person down over the back of a chair.... the police arrive... lead $ away in handcuffs as the person (wrapped in a blanket) drinks coffee and shudders and gives the cops a statement
Jen: LOL my brain is soooo warped
Gary: LOL!!

*listens to n'sync sing the lyrics "we've got the gift of melody"* Who's "we"? Certainly not them.

I am so upset at this.

Figuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuured.

DRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK

::gets out cake and ice cream and hides::

Watch as Gary Gallivo turns into zaftig Asian-American commedianne Margaret Cho. Ohhhh... ahhhh.

Alright.... Gary, how is Jen the father of your son? And how are you the mom? I'm assuming that makes you the mom, anyway.

ROTFL!!!!! Wow. ::applauds::

ooooOOOOOOOoooooooo I'm talking to you from the great beyond ooooooOOOOOOooooooo .... Bob Hope says hi..... OooooOOOOOooooooooo... wait, he isn't dead.... oh well.... OOOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo

Ok. Ask Gary. :P

Both. =)

do you want the Hustler version or the Roman Catholic Church approved version?

How would that work, Jen?

I'm not the father. I don't care what your lawyers say, Gary!!

Little boy Danny? Since when do you have a son, Gary? Last time I checked you were gay and you haven't mentioned adopting... Oh, sorry... *had* a son. So how exactly was he trampled by this pony? Was he just walking down the street or something?

What is your problem with cervines, Gary? You malign them so.

I wonder if I should be worried that they're finding anthrax only a half hour away from my home....