January 30, 2007 by jenn t.
Posted in uncategorized | 10 Comments
me too
GO COLTS!!
fuck the colts.
i love how everyone i know that has never given a shit about sports is suddenly all “go colts”…ugg…i’m with gigi, fuck the colts!
yeah, fuck the horsies.
um, that’s NFL, right?
i am also sick of hearing about cameron diaz’ spaz over jt/biel. let the two fucking hot people get it on and make a tape so it can get leaked and be downloaded by me. seriously.
You know what I’m not tired of hearing about? Bagels.
the gays i hang with made me see dreamgirls. sorry it is the truth i had to say it. good thing you aren’t sick of GUITAR HERO POSTS SWEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Fuck the Colts?
That’s it. I want my fridge back.
ratbastard - you aren’t ever getting your fridge back.
maybe you should come back to work and participate in the colts-themed pitch-in lunch we’re having on friday.
oh wait, that’s right - you don’t eat.
Why eat when I can subsist on pure misanthropy?
Have fun at the lunch. Give Keith a big smooch for me.
Oh, and someday e-mail me back and tell me how things are in Shangri-La.
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me too
GO COLTS!!
fuck the colts.
i love how everyone i know that has never given a shit about sports is suddenly all “go colts”…ugg…i’m with gigi, fuck the colts!
yeah, fuck the horsies.
um, that’s NFL, right?
i am also sick of hearing about cameron diaz’ spaz over jt/biel. let the two fucking hot people get it on and make a tape so it can get leaked and be downloaded by me. seriously.
You know what I’m not tired of hearing about? Bagels.
the gays i hang with made me see dreamgirls. sorry it is the truth i had to say it.
good thing you aren’t sick of GUITAR HERO POSTS SWEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Fuck the Colts?
That’s it. I want my fridge back.
ratbastard - you aren’t ever getting your fridge back.
maybe you should come back to work and participate in the colts-themed pitch-in lunch we’re having on friday.
oh wait, that’s right - you don’t eat.
Why eat when I can subsist on pure misanthropy?
Have fun at the lunch. Give Keith a big smooch for me.
Oh, and someday e-mail me back and tell me how things are in Shangri-La.