This is a mixed collection of us and our possé talking about that weird-ass crap we always talk about. People go as follows:
Sara= Sara LeCure (Pazi)
Laura= Laura Rowlett (Lou)
Pat= Pat Boyd
Ashley= Ashley Alexander
Nanna= Nanna Onwuka
Daniel= Dan McCoy
Chase= Chase Faett (Faygett)
Megan= Megan Neal
Pat: "wanna screw?" "no." "ok, wanna spoon?" "what the hell is your problem?!" "garage sale."
Sara: Very nice Pat, veeeeery nice.
Ashley: RARARARARARYSRYSRYRZRATSRERS*! (jumps out from behind bush)
Sara: LOL jus cus u rock the casba doesnt make u a skank ho
Sara: if u rock AROUND in different casbas.. thats another story
Ashley: LOL
Ashley: that rocked my casba fo sho
Nanna: drop bombs not bush
Nanna: wait
Nanna: not
Sara: LOL
Nanna: drop bush not bombs*
Nanna: mixed em up
Mr. Bush: He assessed.. uh.. suiciders.
Daniel: MY NAPTIME CLAY! MIIIINE!!!
Ashley: Hey, God, What's your favourite colour?
Ashley: God: SHUTUP! GET BACK TO WORK!
Sara: ive had those type of converstations
Sara: Hey God ::HEY SARA:: Do you like ice cream ::DONT YOU HAVE SOME TYPE OF WORK OR SOMETHING TO DO:: Damnit you're so frickin controlling did you know that??!? ::I AM GOD. FEAR ME!!:: O thats sooo old.. that doesnt affect me anymore!!! ::IM GOD!!::
Sara: it goes on like that for a few hours
Sara: then he gets mad and ignores me
Sara: and i cry all night
Ashley: it's just not worth it, you know? We are only human, we get horny we want to party we want to be dirty. Not only are we human-we are TEENAGERS. Thats the worst hormomal trip anyone will ever experience.
Chase: I don't want people "eating me"
Chase: That may not be good for my health...or their's
Sara: who knows
Sara: you may be the cure for cancer
Chase: MAYBE!
Sara: and taste like rasberries!
Chase: I don't taste like raspberries.
Sara: ok fine
Sara: cherry
Chase: Don't taste likes cherries either
Sara: damnit!
Sara: pizza
Chase: Ooooh
Chase: I like pizza
Chase: Mmm...pizza
Sara: yeah you taste like pizza
Chase: Aren't men supposed to make women feel secure?
Chase: Or does the fact you can beat me down make that hard?
Chase: Well dear, you've erected my curiousity.
Chase: No pun intended
Sara: psh somebodys not in touch with their panty-loving side!!
Sara: give into the satin
Megan: yes i kno, me and my undies arent speaking
Megan: they got offended when i went comando
Sara: Very nice Pat, veeeeery nice.
Ashley: RARARARARARYSRYSRYRZRATSRERS*! (jumps out from behind bush)
Sara: LOL jus cus u rock the casba doesnt make u a skank ho
Sara: if u rock AROUND in different casbas.. thats another story
Ashley: LOL
Ashley: that rocked my casba fo sho
Nanna: drop bombs not bush
Nanna: wait
Nanna: not
Sara: LOL
Nanna: drop bush not bombs*
Nanna: mixed em up
Mr. Bush: He assessed.. uh.. suiciders.
Daniel: MY NAPTIME CLAY! MIIIINE!!!
Ashley: Hey, God, What's your favourite colour?
Ashley: God: SHUTUP! GET BACK TO WORK!
Sara: ive had those type of converstations
Sara: Hey God ::HEY SARA:: Do you like ice cream ::DONT YOU HAVE SOME TYPE OF WORK OR SOMETHING TO DO:: Damnit you're so frickin controlling did you know that??!? ::I AM GOD. FEAR ME!!:: O thats sooo old.. that doesnt affect me anymore!!! ::IM GOD!!::
Sara: it goes on like that for a few hours
Sara: then he gets mad and ignores me
Sara: and i cry all night
Ashley: it's just not worth it, you know? We are only human, we get horny we want to party we want to be dirty. Not only are we human-we are TEENAGERS. Thats the worst hormomal trip anyone will ever experience.
Chase: I don't want people "eating me"
Chase: That may not be good for my health...or their's
Sara: who knows
Sara: you may be the cure for cancer
Chase: MAYBE!
Sara: and taste like rasberries!
Chase: I don't taste like raspberries.
Sara: ok fine
Sara: cherry
Chase: Don't taste likes cherries either
Sara: damnit!
Sara: pizza
Chase: Ooooh
Chase: I like pizza
Chase: Mmm...pizza
Sara: yeah you taste like pizza
Chase: Aren't men supposed to make women feel secure?
Chase: Or does the fact you can beat me down make that hard?
Chase: Well dear, you've erected my curiousity.
Chase: No pun intended
Sara: psh somebodys not in touch with their panty-loving side!!
Sara: give into the satin
Megan: yes i kno, me and my undies arent speaking
Megan: they got offended when i went comando
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