Ow.
L12, SC, & Granny do I have a story that completely tops our Ernesto night. Here's one of the more memorable parts... I was chilling with my friend Ashley and she got up to leave, so I pulled her down towards me. Then her elbow hit the bone below my eye. I bled. But, not only that I didn't beat the shit out of her, and I didn't freak out. Maybe I have a good temper... ok, no I don't but I was good natured. And I only cried a little bit! WHO'S A BIG BOY NOW?
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Oh and quotes work now.
That's nice that you didn't beat her up, seeing as how it was YOUR fault.
A) It was not my fault.
B) Your retarded.
1) It was your fault.
2) "Your retarded"? YOU'RE retarded. Thanks for proving my point.
1) It was NOT my fault. Drunken-ness frees me from all responsibility.
2) Your Retarded
1) Fine, but it still wasn't HER fault.
2) Heh.
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