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Post by Gen Gravy on May 1, 2006 16:40:45 GMT -5
Wow, I would have never guessed... Ten dollars says that once he reads this, he will go cry in the shower.
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Post by Zaku on May 1, 2006 16:42:50 GMT -5
Naw. Kyle says he's Emo. This means he'll be down in his basement cutting himself.
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Post by Gen Gravy on May 1, 2006 16:43:52 GMT -5
With the same butter knife he'd be using to butter some toast.
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Post by Zaku on May 1, 2006 16:45:49 GMT -5
The toast he's trying to butter at the same time he's cutting himself?
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Post by Gen Gravy on May 1, 2006 16:47:37 GMT -5
Yes, the very same. He has to keep the girlish figure, y'know.
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Post by Zaku on May 1, 2006 16:49:46 GMT -5
Yep. It takes alot of eating to look like Rosanne Barr.
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Post by Gen Gravy on May 1, 2006 16:51:39 GMT -5
It takes A LOT of eating to look like the love-child of Rosanne Barr and Rosie O'donald. '
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Post by Zaku on May 1, 2006 16:53:05 GMT -5
Will the lesbians never learn?
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Post by Kyle20 on May 1, 2006 17:39:22 GMT -5
Will the lesbians never learn? Will YOU ever learn? I'm a young, ignorant piece of flab. I don't know who Rosanne Barr is. Hehe, just as I'm typing this, this is the conversation going on in my house (dead serious.) This is what is really said, and what I hear. (I couldn't hear some of what they were saying.) Father: *blah blah blah blah* You guys hungry? (Keep in mind I had already had licorice, cookies, an ice cream bar, and stringed beans AFTER I came home from school) Me: Yes Brother:Nah Mother:No Father: What do you want? Hamburgers..*blah blah blah blah* or pancakes? Me:Pancakes. Brother:Kyle, I'm assuming you want chocolate chip pancakes. Me:......yes...
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Post by Zaku on May 1, 2006 17:44:40 GMT -5
Be proud Kyle. Your a walking Cliche. I respect that.
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Post by Gen Gravy on May 1, 2006 17:54:05 GMT -5
I, however, don't.
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Post by Kyle20 on May 1, 2006 19:00:42 GMT -5
Walk? I don't walk, I waddle and roll.
Walking's too tedious and tiring.
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Post by Zaku on May 1, 2006 19:08:04 GMT -5
I walk. But I don't run. The sound of my thighs scraping together hurts my ears.
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Post by Gen Gravy on May 2, 2006 13:48:28 GMT -5
I love running. The fast speeds, the wind rushing by. Passing the fat kids and unathletic kids...
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Post by silos on May 2, 2006 16:15:33 GMT -5
I be not fat, but I not be in good shape. I am on the middle ground.
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