My ex- is an idiot and stole my diary/journal/notebook thing yesterday. I told my dean (because I knew that if I didn't, he'd never give it back). And today I found out he got a four-hour Saturday detention.
It was his own fault for being a thief...and perhaps he did something else that contributed to that detention. It was not really your fault at all...unless you consider starting up a diary/journal/notebook thing your fault.
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Favourite Conversation:
"Hey, Mr. Bump. Thought I'd drop by for a visit." "Uh, hello, Miss Whoops." "Sorry to hear about your accident." "Oh, well. That'll teach me to wrestle elephants." "Hey, a remote control! Ooh, how about we watch some rollerderby?" "Uh, uh, no, Miss Whoops, that's not for the T.V.! Ow! Bed! Crunching! Oh!" "These remotes are so unreliable..."
I told the dean, that's why I feel guilty D: 'cause, in a way, it's my fault that the dean called him up and gave him a 4 hour Saturday... D: D: D: D: D: D:
dean: And why would he steal your notebook? Jessica: Um...he hates me? dean: LAWL
I told the dean, that's why I feel guilty D: 'cause, in a way, it's my fault that the dean called him up and gave him a 4 hour Saturday... D: D: D: D: D: D:
dean: And why would he steal your notebook? Jessica: Um...he hates me? dean: LAWL
Wait..."dean"? Deans are...wait...you are in college? Wicked...Anyway, I sort of understand the situation. You really should not blame yourself...how else would you have gotten your diary/journal/notebook thing back? Also, that mini-conversation is...funny, I suppose. It made me smile a bit, and I apologize for it.
If you want, I can sketch the "Duckie-Sticker-Gun" for you and post it...somewhere...
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Favourite Conversation:
"Hey, Mr. Bump. Thought I'd drop by for a visit." "Uh, hello, Miss Whoops." "Sorry to hear about your accident." "Oh, well. That'll teach me to wrestle elephants." "Hey, a remote control! Ooh, how about we watch some rollerderby?" "Uh, uh, no, Miss Whoops, that's not for the T.V.! Ow! Bed! Crunching! Oh!" "These remotes are so unreliable..."
Yeah, he tore out a page and threw it at me. (And it still took me a minute to realize - wait, he couldn't've thrown a page at me without tearing it out, and he couldn't've torn it out without taking my notebook. Then I went, oh, sh-)
I agreeee. D: It's okay to be mean sometimes. I mean, I like being nice all the way, but there comes a time when you just gotta say, "B*tch, please!" X3
No need to bring in "The Sims"...stuff...sorry, my brain is not really functioning at the moment...so I cannot come up with my normal vocabulary.
Anyway, if life was like "The Sims", someone could command us to swim in a pool, then take away the ladder...and then we would have no way of getting out of the pool, thus swimming around until we lose all of our stamina and drown. The End.
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On topic, there are many humans out there just ripe for the picking. You should not...er...dwell on the past. Good luck on finding a partner...date...human...Crooked cucumbers. I lost my train of thought.
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Favourite Conversation:
"Hey, Mr. Bump. Thought I'd drop by for a visit." "Uh, hello, Miss Whoops." "Sorry to hear about your accident." "Oh, well. That'll teach me to wrestle elephants." "Hey, a remote control! Ooh, how about we watch some rollerderby?" "Uh, uh, no, Miss Whoops, that's not for the T.V.! Ow! Bed! Crunching! Oh!" "These remotes are so unreliable..."
No need to bring in "The Sims"...stuff...sorry, my brain is not really functioning at the moment...so I cannot come up with my normal vocabulary.
Anyway, if life was like "The Sims", someone could command us to swim in a pool, then take away the ladder...and then we would have no way of getting out of the pool, thus swimming around until we lose all of our stamina and drown. The End.
...
On topic, there are many humans out there just ripe for the picking. You should not...er...dwell on the past. Good luck on finding a partner...date...human...Crooked cucumbers. I lost my train of thought.
Crooked cucumber! Thats so rich, because you didn't break your no-slang rule and still worded that perfectly.
techfan979 wrote:Crooked cucumber! Thats so rich, because you didn't break your no-slang rule and still worded that perfectly.
...Er...If you say so.
Anyway, maybe he would learn if you shoot him (using a paintball gun, of course) to the point where his clothes are ruined...That would be fun, actually...and funny.
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Favourite Conversation:
"Hey, Mr. Bump. Thought I'd drop by for a visit." "Uh, hello, Miss Whoops." "Sorry to hear about your accident." "Oh, well. That'll teach me to wrestle elephants." "Hey, a remote control! Ooh, how about we watch some rollerderby?" "Uh, uh, no, Miss Whoops, that's not for the T.V.! Ow! Bed! Crunching! Oh!" "These remotes are so unreliable..."
Wait, by crooked cucumber, you did mean you know what, right?
...No? I meant "Crooked Cucumbers"...cucumbers that are crooked. Sort of an alternative for "Oh, shoot!" and "Darn"...and such.
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Favourite Conversation:
"Hey, Mr. Bump. Thought I'd drop by for a visit." "Uh, hello, Miss Whoops." "Sorry to hear about your accident." "Oh, well. That'll teach me to wrestle elephants." "Hey, a remote control! Ooh, how about we watch some rollerderby?" "Uh, uh, no, Miss Whoops, that's not for the T.V.! Ow! Bed! Crunching! Oh!" "These remotes are so unreliable..."
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