Some stuff I learned last night.
One:
Klonopin will turn your posture into your Grandmother’s posture.
Two:
Dane and I are in a band and this is the cover of our forthcoming album, You’re On My Side of the Bed Asshole.
Three:
We’re pretty sure these two are being paid to hang out with us. THERE CAN BE NO OTHER EXPLANATION FOR THEIR SAINTLY PATIENCE.
Four:
Slipping an aspirin into my drink is not going to make me forget my morals, Dane. I’m saving myself for Jesus and you know that.
Five:
This facial expression on Jesse means he will shortly fall asleep on your couch with his shoes still on like an eight year old who’s been at the beach all day.
Six:
Whatever Dane’s about to do to me, I probably deserved.
And lastly:
Dane is a longshoreman now and his life, his love, and his lady is the sea.
I’ll miss him sometimes.
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“Kiala, you’re a good girl, what a fine wife you would be…”
Oh thank God. I ‘m so glad you got that.
Why is there no place on your blog that says contact me and I press it and my email thing pops up and then I email you and tell you how damn funny you are and that now I need to be funnier on my own blog because I know you’re reading mine? And I might say we need to grab a beer. But I suppose you’ll never hear any of that because there’s no little button. Sad.
You just check your email funny lady.
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