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Whole lotta labia.

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[Oct. 19th, 2005|11:18 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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1) "Where in holy hell are we?"
"Maryland Welcome Center exit 36."
"I'm cold. And tired. And every time we've changed the station for the last three hours they've been playing Kissed by a Rose"
"Dude, no lie. That song is following us."
"It's 3am."
"There should be coffee."
"And hot chocolate."
"That cocoa.. it's hot.. really.. hot... surface of the sun... scalded my esophagus."
"Here, use this Wendy's soda cup, pour it from one to the other. Cool it off."
"Good plan."
"I thought so."
"Except.. gross."
"Dude, it's so hot it's melting the cup. Now there's wax in it."
"So when the wax solidifies then it's cool enough to drink?"
"True that."

2) "What are you doing?"
"I'm toasting marshmallows."
"Over a Bic lighter?"
"Doesn't that make them taste funny?"
"It's an aquired taste."
"Is that a fondue fork?"

3) "Seriously, are we going to sleep at all tonight?"
"Then we're going to need munchies."
*fast forward a twelve mile drive through the snow to an otherwise deserted grocery store*
"There should be popcorn. Also Chex Mix."
"What is it with you and the Chex Mix?"
"I got a monkey, ok. It's on my back. Lay off."
"What else?"
"Cookie dough."
"Good plan. Oh, I love this song... In the jungle, the quiet jungle... *humming*"
"Ah-WEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Ah-we-oh-ohshit."
"AHAHAH! You just got busted lip-synching into a roll of cookie dough. AHAHAHAH!"
"I seriously hate you."

4) "Was that a party, or did something run over me?"
"Apparently that was a party."
"I'm going to go help clean up the yard."
"I think there's someone still passed out in the cow pasture."
"So.. did he ever take those gloves off?"
"Good, I'd been worried."
*bewildered pause*
"Where's the other one?"
"I have no idea."
"You found just one sock."
"And a shirt."
"There's a shirt?"
"There is."
"And a pair of shorts."
"I missed the shorts?"
"Someone went home from this party virtually nekkid."
"Just one sock."
"Just one."
"Absolutely no going into the 7-11 for that fella."

Oh sure, one half of those is always me. But more importantly, the other half of those is always alex_wench. She's a confidante, a parter in crime, a lifesaver, and for a long time, as far as the other one was concerned, neither of us ever had a bad idea. And today it's her birthday. Happy Day my blue-eyed girl. *kisses on your heed*

[User Picture]From: alex_wench
2005-10-19 04:50 pm (UTC)
Ahh babe, just remember one thing... the food court is mine. :)
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-10-19 06:04 pm (UTC)
Sorry, DJ Jazzy Trevor, I didn't realize.

I luuuuuv you.
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[User Picture]From: lilithfalling
2005-10-19 06:29 pm (UTC)
You guys are hawt
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-10-19 08:07 pm (UTC)
You do not lie. We are. Uber hawt.
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