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She's one of the guys too...pretty, made-up gossipy guys... *sigh* Alyssa does NOT need to sit at our table. I really really REALLY wish she wouldn't. First of all, it steals somebody seat. It was mine today. Darn her. Anyway...she just doesn't fit. She got kicked off of her stupid Popular Gossip Gang table, and now she wants to come and hang with us. We're not rejects! Anyway...it's just stupid. She doesn't understand any of their jokes...but today was one of the worst occasions of that. I heard this later, mind you, cause she stole my seat...*glare* Um...this is kinda a bad story... David was telling this story about when he was waiting for his sis to come out of her High School...and this guy behind him was talking...and said something about giving a girl a wet wooly. Now...whilst everybody cracked. UP. (cause they're dirty like that), Alyssa looked at them, terribly confused, and said, "Don't you mean wet willy?" Her innocent mind was of course thinking of that gross game where you lick your finger and stick it in someone's ear... Poor poor Alyssa. Meanwhile, when I heard the story, I cracked up too. I was greeted with a "You've been hanging with us too long...we've corrupted you"... but... still. They love me. Hee. When I walked by the table, glaring at Alyssa, Scott yelled I should give her the finger...which is odd, because I had secretly been planning to do that anyway... not seriously thinking it, but... plotting it in my head. Maybe I have been around them too much. Ah well. It's fun. And she better stay away tomorrow. *grr*... oh wait, we get out early. YAY. <-Ghost-> Quote: Lube 3:18-And thou shalt spend your hard earned income uponst soapy bubbles, on which to spread over your vehicle, or as the Lord mighst put it, your ass. Taken from the Car Wash Bible. Songs: Gingerbread Coffin~ Rasputina, Get Over It~OK Go, and Hello~Evanescence |
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