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I've had the fiery squirts all day. They're like little tan nuggets. -[[User:Zahnnie|Zahnnie]] 14:53, 24 May 2006 (EST) | I've had the fiery squirts all day. They're like little tan nuggets. -[[User:Zahnnie|Zahnnie]] 14:53, 24 May 2006 (EST) | ||
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| + | You know what tops off my fearsome crap today? The fact that when I came out of the bathroom, I ran into one of my work friends, who started complaining about how he was constipated due to stress. TMI! TMI! Damnit, I used to think he wanted in my pants, and now I KNOW I've been relegated to "friend" status. The only people I discuss my fearsome craps with are you, Emme, my brother, and Tom. And that's because you all are used to it.--[[User:Ubernerd|Ubernerd]] 15:08, 24 May 2006 (EST) | ||
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What's your birthday again? -Zahnnie 15:17, 16 May 2006 (EST)
Oh, oops. My birthday's June 22. I'll be old. I think 23. Oh shit. I'll be 23. How did I last this long?
Deciding not to cook for yourself more often that not would be my guess, o-queen-of-botulism. -Aurora 14:02, 17 May 2006 (EST)
So true. Then again, maybe my body has finally gotten used to the bombardments of varying strains of culinary delight. Zahnnie has told you about my "Restroom Destruction" stories at work, right? --Ubernerd 14:35, 17 May 2006 (EST)
I spared them the agony. :) -Zahnnie 15:23, 19 May 2006 (EST)
You should just post them on the wiki. -Aurora 17:38, 19 May 2006 (EST)
Oh man, Meghan, I just took a savage crap this afternoon at around lunch time. It smelled like old meat and had the consistency of crunchy peanut butter.--Ubernerd 14:02, 24 May 2006 (EST)
I've had the fiery squirts all day. They're like little tan nuggets. -Zahnnie 14:53, 24 May 2006 (EST)
You know what tops off my fearsome crap today? The fact that when I came out of the bathroom, I ran into one of my work friends, who started complaining about how he was constipated due to stress. TMI! TMI! Damnit, I used to think he wanted in my pants, and now I KNOW I've been relegated to "friend" status. The only people I discuss my fearsome craps with are you, Emme, my brother, and Tom. And that's because you all are used to it.--Ubernerd 15:08, 24 May 2006 (EST)
