Sorry I Cannot Hear You I'm Kinda Busy
What is it about the sight of me on the phone and the sound of me saying "I'm going to talk to Stacey now, who I have not talked to in six months. Everyone please leave me alone" which makes every carbon-based life form in this house have a question which only I can answer, and only in the form of an essay, an intepretive dance and a quick trip to the store?
posted by Unknown at 1:01 PM
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I was going to say interpretive dance in overrated ... but I got nuthin' ...
I think it's the fact that your uterus once housed a tiny human.
TRUE DAT!
I think of myself as a water-based suspension, that’s what made what Sandy did such a hard thing. People might pin the like on me. Well, they already think poorly of me asking “Is it something in the water.” Yes—I’m in the water.
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