Thursday, February 18, 2010

texts from last night, Lime Girl style

I would name it "Cervidae's Bane," slay me some Princess antlers, and lead the Wild Hunt.

Maybe [redacted] is a hermaphrodite. Let's put him behind a TV and see if he poops.

YOU WOULDN'T WANT ANY LESBIAN INCEST KYTTYNZ.

Apple Snickers salad is morally reprehensible.

We will wear sea green silk with crinolines and promenade along the river banks, then lure the demons with bits of cheese.

Tied up in van on way to Twilight movie. Please detonate bomb in 10m.

THE URINE OF OUR WHALES IS NO LAUGHING MATTER.

Is it weird that I find Lee Harvey Oswald kind of hot? And have I already asked you that?

I stepped barefoot into cat shit like 20 min ago. If we were together it would be a partay.

We should write a cartoon called "You eat, you poop, you die, no one cares."

Just stop offering old men threesomes on their way home!

Maybe we should start a cult. Seeing as how we're not joiners.

You have now earned three more lives.

Then, since you reminded me, spent 20m looking at Google image search of Xelloss on my phone and now have only 10m left not to throw up.

FYI, dry erase marker does not erase well from banana.

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