I throw on my gym clothes, jump in the car and speed down to Albertson's to buy
some cookie dough for my annual Wednesday "So You Think You Can Dance-pizookie-extravaganza"
(followed by a good workout at the gym--LOL). I get out (looking like a molerat, mind you) and proceed to walk in, only to be approached and preceedingly whistled at by teh-reaaal-slim-shady's many twins. Ugh. I glared. An evil glare. Voted them number-one in my head. Rolled my eyes. Walked off.
Thought that would be the end of that, right?
Wrong.
Turns out they're my new next-door neighbors.
FML.
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Aha.
Ahaha.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA!
Fuck yes. That's the funniest thing I've heard all day.
bahahahahahahahaha.
ahahahahaha.
wow.
good luck with that one.
Wow. Hahahaha. Poor Nat. One more reason why you need to move to Utah with me. And then New York.
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