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I just got home from work. My mom told me that earlier she signed on... and that I got an IM from Karl...
hehe
it's a good thing she had no clue what to do
And she hopes karl isn't mad that I didn't respond.
hehehehehe

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akadashi
Oct. 3rd, 2002 06:12 pm (UTC)
That terrifies me considering the bizarre (and often outright filthy) things I've been spontaneously IMing you with lately. Although I think today's was something to do with Burger King offering tacos all of a sudden. I hope. Maybe.

::twitch::
maddening
Oct. 3rd, 2002 07:36 pm (UTC)
I'll just make sure I exit out of AIM in the future instead of just signing off.... actually, isn't there a thing to disable the auto sign on with a connection thing in the options? Gotta look into that.

She said it was something about Burger King offering tacos and something about the name of the sauce packetty things that come with it..
Were you telling me that you've found a new and even more outrageous nasty taco stop? I think it would be tough to beat that joint in that mall. And besides... that place has entertainment too. I get sii, you get suu.

Hun, I've known you for 8 months and I still adore you. I giggle like a narcotized... giggly... thing... when I talk to you online or on the phone. You PAID for me to come stay with you for almost a MONTH and I came back still adoring you. I've seen you annoyed, tired, grumpy, pissed off, fed up, gassy and in various degrees of drunkeness. And ya know what? I still adore you.

That means that in my mother's eyes, you're a-okay, even if you are a dirty dirty man. ::grin::
akadashi
Oct. 3rd, 2002 10:00 pm (UTC)
Ah, lovely. So now everyone thinks I'm a lethargic farting alcoholic with a temper and a taco fetish. Er. So uh...

Yeah, I guess that's about right, actually.

P.S. As if this comes as a surprise, BK Tacos are nasty. It's a sorta-taco with a SLICE of cheese dropped in it and then deep-fried or something. VERY VERY frightening.
ascaechoriel
Oct. 4th, 2002 05:42 am (UTC)
So now everyone thinks I'm a lethargic farting alcoholic with a temper and a taco fetish.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA?!!?
maddening
Oct. 4th, 2002 09:39 am (UTC)
Not everyone. Did I say EVERYONE has seen you ... etc.?

bleh. I'll remember to keep things that might be vaguely complimentary confined to private conversation, butthead.

akadashi
Oct. 4th, 2002 10:23 am (UTC)
I posted that based on what everyone has now seen you WRITE about me, Stretchy Von Labiastein. Don't make me come down there and shiver yer timbers.
maddening
Oct. 4th, 2002 10:29 am (UTC)
It's not like I mentioned your stash of satin thongs or the life-sized statue of John Tutorro ("the big chunk o man") you have in your basement.

akadashi
Oct. 4th, 2002 12:08 pm (UTC)
Sorry, but anyone who can watch that man lick a bowling ball and NOT get turned on is either lying or not drawing oxygen. As for the thongs, I offer to hand-wash them for needy George Mason / NOVA co-eds who can't afford costly trips to the laundromat. Just my way of giving back to the community.

Now hush up or I'll tell everyone about that tattoo of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan exchanging longing glances that you have on your ass. Oops. Guess I just did.
maddening
Oct. 4th, 2002 08:29 pm (UTC)
Sorry, but anyone who can watch that man lick a bowling ball and NOT get turned on is either lying or not drawing oxygen.

I watched that just the other night. Jesus gonna FUCK you.

As for the thongs, I offer to hand-wash them for needy George Mason / NOVA co-eds who can't afford costly trips to the laundromat.

uhm... *eww*.

Now hush up or I'll tell everyone about that tattoo of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan exchanging longing glances that you have on your ass.

I can make them shrug! ::nods::

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