Friday, April 01, 2005
we come not to praise ceasar...
P.Dirty is out of town.
Use this opportunity to talk smack about him, telly our favorite P.Dirty story, or tell him why you love him.
-P.Dirty killed the grass in my front lawn by peeing on it every Saturday night for an entire summer.
-Never agree to help P.Dirty wash his car. He will request you bring two changes of clothes. This is a setup.
-P.Dirty can play a mean game of dodgeball.
-P.Dirty is half 1/4 Syrian.
i once saw a sushi bar sea world. . . has nothing to do with dirty, but just an observation . . .
Actually, that has everything to do with Dirty. He hates fish. So eating at a sushi bar in Sea World would really suck for him.
See. Full Circle. All roads lead back to dirty.
By the way, once again, who the hell are you? Give me a hint?
i thought we cleared that up . . . i'm yo mama
That's right... my bad.
get back to work, lynn . . .
Now I know you're not my mom. She knows I don't work.
very original, ANONYMOUS
very original, ANONYMOUS
I'll never forget, that one time, at Kitty's, at Patch's Birthday party, when he was trying to make out with Steph while we were trying to leave... it was funny seeing her squirm, and seeing him SO happy.
At Men's Weekend, he helped meausre pancake batter with a dixie cup. I heart him.
I can not accurately describe the meaning of Paul to me. He is an incredible friend and a gay french-canadian francaphone, but the best one I ever have known.
memories:
The Farm where the horses sort-a roam free and the couches burn like dried grass...and fun to jump through.
Two Keys, dancn and terrorizing the floor with our moves...then the bucket o' beer after a certain tequila shot...and of course his special someone Mmmm...yup.
Paul in [omit]'s clothes at Patrick's...'nough said.
I can not accurately describe the meaning of Paul to me. He is an incredible friend and a gay french-canadian francaphone, but the best one I ever have known.
memories:
The Farm where the horses sort-a roam free and the couches burn like dried grass...and fun to jump through.
Two Keys, dancn and terrorizing the floor with our moves...then the bucket o' beer after a certain tequila shot...and of course his special someone Mmmm...yup.
Paul in [omit]'s clothes at Patrick's...'nough said.
Posting a comment twice is the new posting a comment once.
that was hot.
It's my little "welcome home" gift to you.
I didnt mean too and it wont happen again.
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Use this opportunity to talk smack about him, telly our favorite P.Dirty story, or tell him why you love him.
-P.Dirty killed the grass in my front lawn by peeing on it every Saturday night for an entire summer.
-Never agree to help P.Dirty wash his car. He will request you bring two changes of clothes. This is a setup.
-P.Dirty can play a mean game of dodgeball.
-P.Dirty is half 1/4 Syrian.
i once saw a sushi bar sea world. . . has nothing to do with dirty, but just an observation . . .
Actually, that has everything to do with Dirty. He hates fish. So eating at a sushi bar in Sea World would really suck for him.
See. Full Circle. All roads lead back to dirty.
By the way, once again, who the hell are you? Give me a hint?
i thought we cleared that up . . . i'm yo mama
That's right... my bad.
get back to work, lynn . . .
Now I know you're not my mom. She knows I don't work.
very original, ANONYMOUS
very original, ANONYMOUS
I'll never forget, that one time, at Kitty's, at Patch's Birthday party, when he was trying to make out with Steph while we were trying to leave... it was funny seeing her squirm, and seeing him SO happy.
At Men's Weekend, he helped meausre pancake batter with a dixie cup. I heart him.
I can not accurately describe the meaning of Paul to me. He is an incredible friend and a gay french-canadian francaphone, but the best one I ever have known.
memories:
The Farm where the horses sort-a roam free and the couches burn like dried grass...and fun to jump through.
Two Keys, dancn and terrorizing the floor with our moves...then the bucket o' beer after a certain tequila shot...and of course his special someone Mmmm...yup.
Paul in [omit]'s clothes at Patrick's...'nough said.
I can not accurately describe the meaning of Paul to me. He is an incredible friend and a gay french-canadian francaphone, but the best one I ever have known.
memories:
The Farm where the horses sort-a roam free and the couches burn like dried grass...and fun to jump through.
Two Keys, dancn and terrorizing the floor with our moves...then the bucket o' beer after a certain tequila shot...and of course his special someone Mmmm...yup.
Paul in [omit]'s clothes at Patrick's...'nough said.
Posting a comment twice is the new posting a comment once.
that was hot.
It's my little "welcome home" gift to you.
I didnt mean too and it wont happen again.
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