Wingal: WTF?! Are u ok?! (7:32 pm)
boobarella: Brownie accident. Brownies won (7:33 pm)
Wingal: I am so confused... Did u use the bread knife again? (7:35 pm)
boobarella: Nope...steak knife this time. Stabbed my hand, am tard (7:40)
Wingal: OMG! Not too bad i hope? Not going for stigmata? Ripped like jesus! (7:43 pm)
boobarella: Not too bad, just kinda deep. Also need shot b/c brownies cause tetanus (7:46 pm)
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boobarella: Dr way hot... hot hot hot (8:30 pm)
Wingal: Is he single?! Say something about how good u usually are w/ ur hands. (8:33 pm)
boobarella: I asked if I could take two pinot noirs for pain...i think he thinks i meant glasses (8:35 pm)
Wingal: Well he doesn't know u honey... He's not our kind. (8:37 pm)
boobarella: He is cute thus he is our kind (8:39 pm)
Wingal: Throw a bag over him and come visit me. I'll make the brownies. The special ones. (8:41 pm)
1 comment:
You fought the brownies, and the brownies won.
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