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My dad's in the attic right now. I'm not exactly sure what he's doing, but there're a lot of things that sound like 'thunka thunka crash bang thunk...BWWOOOOOSSH' going on. I fear for my ceiling and also for my very delicious Chicken Pot Pie. Mmm, eleven o'clock in the morning is a time for high-sodium foods. Oh, oh wait! I think my father just sent an entire bed crashing down the attic stairs and into the banister. Never a dull moment, let me tell you.
And, ow, I think I just lost all of my taste buds. Freaking cooked carrots. Who cooks carrots, honestly? It's just wrong. Carrots are meant to make cracking sounds when you bite into them so you can appropriately screw your face on and say, What's up, Doc? That's just how it goes; everyone knows it.
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Along with cooked carrots, I cannot understand why in the world you would collect glass bottles. Fine, you just find all these bottles and - woah! - a fully formed collection. But I'm talking about hardcore collecting. The kind where you pay over $900 for a single glass bottle that is smaller than my spread hand. True, I can't imagine spending over thirty dollars for really anything that doesn't go vroom or give me internets, so maybe I am abnormal. Am I abnormal? Yeah, ok, you don't need to answer that.
OH, and seriously, the scariest thing that a ghost can do in film or tv is that freaky fazing thing, where they're just suddenly - phwoom. Yeah, that creeps me out. GwjfoijgawfjigjawFJAg SAMARA I HATE YOU.
Discuss.
And, ow, I think I just lost all of my taste buds. Freaking cooked carrots. Who cooks carrots, honestly? It's just wrong. Carrots are meant to make cracking sounds when you bite into them so you can appropriately screw your face on and say, What's up, Doc? That's just how it goes; everyone knows it.
[Poll #919990]
Along with cooked carrots, I cannot understand why in the world you would collect glass bottles. Fine, you just find all these bottles and - woah! - a fully formed collection. But I'm talking about hardcore collecting. The kind where you pay over $900 for a single glass bottle that is smaller than my spread hand. True, I can't imagine spending over thirty dollars for really anything that doesn't go vroom or give me internets, so maybe I am abnormal. Am I abnormal? Yeah, ok, you don't need to answer that.
OH, and seriously, the scariest thing that a ghost can do in film or tv is that freaky fazing thing, where they're just suddenly - phwoom. Yeah, that creeps me out. GwjfoijgawfjigjawFJAg SAMARA I HATE YOU.
Discuss.
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Lolol, guy Mel? hahaha, best translation ever
Also, I went out to dinner with a vegan friend of mine and I didn't like any of the food but I thought it would be rude not to try it, so I ate brussels sprouts in curry and these things that looked like brownies but had some green chicken-tasting thing inside. I'm shuddering at the thought.
I was just trying to keep VERY open mind, Oh Jared!
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IS HE TRYING TO TELL US SOMETHING? ABOUT BUTTSECKS?
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