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May 13th, 2009
09:52 pm - three. MOMMA'S CHEESY SPICY BEEF ENCHILADAS = LOVE OF MY LIFE.
And I'm not sharing, no I'm not. ;)
Okay, maybe. If you ask nicely.
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Dude, you're retarded as shit.
'Sounds dirty'... in regards to enchiladas? I thought we taught you better than that, bro? You'll learn in good time.
I'm not even sure you'll have a chance anyways-- she's pretty much telling you right there that MOMMA'S CHEESY SPICY BEEF ENCHILADAS EQUALS THE LOVE OF HER LIFE. That's gotta be rough; you got outloved by Mexican food.
Oh, it is. It's a very intense relationship.
I guess I should have warned you of this one-sided love affair beforehand, I hope you don't think less of me, Ricky. I don't want anything to change between you and I.
Don't share 'em. Hoard the shit out of them, in my opinion.
Hells yes! I like the way you think, Cove!
YOU! I NEED TO TELL YOU THINGS.
YOU + MY PLACE + PRONTO = ENCHILADAS AND STORYTIME!
You still love me, yes yes?
YOU DO?! NO WAY!
Wait...can you add a 'pronto'?
Psh, nevermind. I'll let it slide, but ONLY FOR YOU, because you are willing to share stories and these oh-so-delicious enchiladas with me.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyes! Yes, I do.
That's right. You better still love me, damn it. ♥ ♥ ♥
Can you come over now? If I have to wait, I guess I kind of can. Maybe. I don't know. Can't make any promises, I'm kind of full now, but I can suddenly be hungry like...two minutes from now, and then I might be forced to finish off the enchiladas by myself, I'm just sayin' it's possible. ;D |
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