No, but I point and laugh spontaneously at people who cry spontaneously. I don’t want to, but I can’t control it. It’s very awkward and sends the wrong message. And I fart when I sneeze. Though I don’t think that’s a mental health issue, I thought I’d throw that in.
That is called a snart, by the way. You would be laughing at me quite often, so that makes you a mean doodle. I win, for being a weepy bear.
I also see you are obsessed with winning. I don’t have that, which means you double-win.
Some of us are just born winners. Maybe next life.
Hey, I’m the one born with a weiner.
I don’t envy you that.
Smart lady.
I would be tucking that thing back constantly.
It’s an absurd organ with you think about it. Not nearly as elegant as the spleen.
The spleen is a classy ass organ.
And completely under-rated.
What does it do, anyways? I ask you this because I know you are smart.
I think it is just a trophy organ that sits around and looks pretty, but stupid doctors think it’s a blood filter.
I knew you would have the answer. Here is a bag of Doritos.
land of quo
Nuh uh.
Can so.
Do you cry spontaneously?
No, but I point and laugh spontaneously at people who cry spontaneously. I don’t want to, but I can’t control it. It’s very awkward and sends the wrong message. And I fart when I sneeze. Though I don’t think that’s a mental health issue, I thought I’d throw that in.
That is called a snart, by the way. You would be laughing at me quite often, so that makes you a mean doodle. I win, for being a weepy bear.
I also see you are obsessed with winning. I don’t have that, which means you double-win.
Some of us are just born winners. Maybe next life.
Hey, I’m the one born with a weiner.
I don’t envy you that.
Smart lady.
I would be tucking that thing back constantly.
It’s an absurd organ with you think about it. Not nearly as elegant as the spleen.
The spleen is a classy ass organ.
And completely under-rated.
What does it do, anyways? I ask you this because I know you are smart.
I think it is just a trophy organ that sits around and looks pretty, but stupid doctors think it’s a blood filter.
I knew you would have the answer. Here is a bag of Doritos.
Nom, nom, nom…
You are welcome.
Nom.
Can TOO!!!
Not.
ok I’m a lover not a fighter – you win
You can’t compete with my immaturity-jitsu.
I’ll see your immaturity-jitsu and raise you an elderly taekwondo
I know elderly taekwondo as well. Though a noble martial art, it cannot defend against my totally unfounded and malicious taunts.
pooh on you
Ah, so you you DO know a little immaturity-jitsu.
arseso
off to nigh nigh for moi – catch ya on da flip side Mr Q
‘night, Jen.
no chance amateur, have you seen my blog today?
I’d say that counts as a mental health issue. You win…today. I’ll see what kind of crazy surrounds me tomorrow.
thank you, all yours tomorrow!
I’ll do my best to take some heat off you.
oh, you have no idea how wonderful that would be….
Well. My issue wears a cape and flies. I mean, it can fly. Not that it wears dead bugs. I’m nuts but I’m not McNasty.
My issue wears a cape and TIGHTS.
Neener neener neener.
I didn’t know your name was Lois Lane.
Lois Lane wore dead bugs too? o.O
I heard she had a lot of bugs in college.
Uh … Ew. o.O