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Monday, June 17, 2002
Friday
Erin Finnegan
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take the death quiz.
and go to mewing.net. laura = great.
because i thought this picture was pretty, laura of mewing.net told me this: "you have a natural aversion to both seafood and boating, which makes you the ideal landlubber. hence, you most likely live in nebraska, kansas, alberta, or mongolia (you definitely live in the northern hemisphere.) your father was in the coal mining business, and your mother was a ballet-dancer-turned-waitress. until the age of six, you believed that not only was the earth flat, but that it was enclosed in a glass box in an otherworldly museum. you enjoy wide open fields, trees, and playing poker with your best friend, whose name might be horace."
Erin Finnegan
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Right, so this weekend was like this:
Saturday
N: OK, A.D., you're D.'s bodyguard.
A.D.: OK.
N: D., since you work for channel 54, it's your job to guard the reputation of the company with your life.
D: OK.
A.D.: Hey! Look, I can buy gernades!
D: Don't set one of those off around me! You're supposed to be guarding my life.
A.D.: But I might need a gernade to guard your life.
D: What if it goes off in your hand and blows me up? Worse yet, what if you blow stuff up and it gets on the news? My career will be over!
A.D.: But my job is to guard your life, not your career.
D: They're the same thing! If my career is over, my life is over!
A.D.: But it may be necessary to use a gernade.
D: Fine, just don't use them without authorization from me.
A.D.: In a shootout I may not have time to ask you for permission!
D: If you don't, my career will be over!
A.D.: But it might save your life!
D: My career is my life!
It went on like this for three hours.
Sunday
We went to M.'s parents' house. It was like this:
Mom: M., you are fat. So are your two friends. Except N. N is handsome.
N: But I'm underweight!
Dad: Where is my ice cream?
Mom: M., you are fat.
M: Mom!
Dad: Where is my ice cream? Bring me some coffee as well.
M: Dad, you can't have coffee!
Dad: The doctor, he can see my two ears, and my two eyes, but he cannot see my heart. Make me some coffee. And where is my ice cream?
It went on like this for three hours. But it was fun.
Mon Jun 17 15:45:01 2002
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