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Post by Becca Mills on May 30, 2015 10:29:41 GMT -5
<whistles and twiddles thumbs>
Those aren't my undies on the ceiling fan. And I didn't drink all the Guinness.
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Post by lindymoone on May 30, 2015 10:36:33 GMT -5
I can't pretend I was good.
While she was gone I ate all the chocolate and now I feel like puking.
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Post by carlos on May 30, 2015 10:38:16 GMT -5
We could fake our word counts--to look busy in retrospect.
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Post by lindymoone on May 30, 2015 10:58:48 GMT -5
I found more chocolate.
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Post by carlos on May 30, 2015 14:14:56 GMT -5
I am (really) eating a Clif Bar [Chocolate Coconut Chip] with a 'use by' date of October 1, 2014. It's not bad (so far.) I found it in the emergency supplies. It shows how rarely we have emergencies. Found chocolate is almost as good as found money. |
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Post by Suzy on May 30, 2015 15:30:37 GMT -5
I'm BACK!  And I can see you!!! Put down that out date of chocolate! And who drank all the Guinness? Bootcamp for you all. And get your toothbrushes out, the floor needs cleaning.... ETA: and whose panties are flying around here? |
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Post by Becca Mills on May 30, 2015 18:58:34 GMT -5
Not me. I mean, not mine. I mean, not me and not mine.
Urp.
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