Franceschi
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Ew no, that's too emo! >:|
Are we improving your mood? o3o
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Are we improving your mood? o3o
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The count to infinity (Remember NOT to bypass the four words limit) - V3.0
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Your moms weird....
-shot'd-
edit: dang I'm slow! xD
Your moms weird....
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edit: dang I'm slow! xD
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Yes, actually, you are. XD
Especially TCTI's title.
Are we improving your mood? o3o
Yes, actually, you are. XD
Especially TCTI's title.
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Do you think I look good now? :3Joe said:Meh ofc you'll look good...
THAT'S GREAT! It's what we as members aim to do. :>
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Mmmmm, sexy yummarific hamburgers..... :P
Mmmmm, sexy yummarific hamburgers..... :P
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Aw, thank you~ :D
.. I want something chocolatey. I wish we had some ice-cream. :[
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.. I want something chocolatey. I wish we had some ice-cream. :[
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Barney.
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmm 3 wurds.
Deadpool: This is Deadpool.
Phone: The mercenary?
Deadpool: I prefer "Well-Compensated Establishment Provocateur."
Phone: Ah, yes. Have you ever heard of the One World Church?
Deadpool: Nope
Phone: It's in France.
Deadpool: I'll pass.
Phone: It pays a lot.
Deadpool: Good sir, you can't pay me enough to go to France while our countries are at war!
Phone: Uhm, we're not at war.
Deadpool: We're not?
Phone: No.
Deadpool: Oh....
Deadpool: So... How much money?
Deadpool: ...
Deadpool: Well, that sure is a lot..
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Deadpool: This is Deadpool.
Phone: The mercenary?
Deadpool: I prefer "Well-Compensated Establishment Provocateur."
Phone: Ah, yes. Have you ever heard of the One World Church?
Deadpool: Nope
Phone: It's in France.
Deadpool: I'll pass.
Phone: It pays a lot.
Deadpool: Good sir, you can't pay me enough to go to France while our countries are at war!
Phone: Uhm, we're not at war.
Deadpool: We're not?
Phone: No.
Deadpool: Oh....
Deadpool: So... How much money?
Deadpool: ...
Deadpool: Well, that sure is a lot..
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Hamburgers remind me of a funny blog entry I read yesterday.
Hamburgers remind me of a funny blog entry I read yesterday.
Spoiler:
Finally, after over 2 years, I'm over hamburger!
Yes, it was all good and fine at first. Very good. At first, the hamburger was just another sandwich out there. I never thought of it. Never even wanted to try it.
I remember the day we, the food and I, finally met. We were on the sub; I was playing a videogame. Or was hamburger playing it? It doesn't really matter. Anyways, one of us was playing the videogame (Pokemon, of course!), and the other noticed.
I'm beginning to think I was playing the game; I never would have talked to a random sandwich like that. But that's beside the point.
The other noticed, and we talked about it. Pretty nerdy, but pretty cool, too.
The hamburger and I started hanging out more often. Before 8, after 3. During the daily trips. It was all pretty cool. As we spent more time together, I began to see many similarities between hamburger and I; asides from the whole Pokemon thing, we both loved drawing, ketchup, lettuce, video games, tomato, onion, tons of things. And we got along great. I was beginning to develop a taste for hamburgers, no matter how much I denied it.
And I remember the day it dawned on me that hamburger was my favorite food. It was... sunny, in the afternoon. I was on the sub, and the sandwich was just getting on. I looked at it, with its bright yellow sesame seed roll, moving through the sub, and I realized: that hamburger was my favorite food. Of course I denied it at first. I don't have a favorite food! I told myself.
But I did.
Time passed. I spent more time around the hamburger. Other foods became less appealing to me. All I wanted was the hamburger.
Of course, I was too afraid to order a hamburger. What if it turns out I don't like hamburgers? What if theres too much ketchup? What if I find hair in it? And so I bottled my hunger inside me.
One day the hamburger calls me. I'm too startled to make conversation. 5 minutes later, we hang up. We never talked again on the telephone.
Time passes. It's June. I get off the sub, knowing I won't have the chance to order a hamburger again for three months. I walk home and cry like a baby in my living room.
Three months are over. My hunger hasn't subsided over the summer. I start going to the Restaraunt Club to be with food more. It's all pretty cool, but pretty lame. Still not ready to order the hamburger.
It is 3, and I'm on the sub. THe hamburger is infront of me, talking to a salad. I look at it, it notices. I'm embarassed, quickly advert the sandwich's gaze.
It is a FRIday, and I'm going to the hamburger's grill. Great! Tons of fun. There are others there, but I don't notice them.
Time passes. It is now November, and I finally try to order a hamburger.
It took a lot of time, but I had to. I was just too hungry. I didn't order in person, but wrote out one of those sandwich-slips you see in delis all the time and left it on the counter. I feel sick.
A day later, I tear up the slip, but it's too late- the deli knows I want a hamburger. Of course, I don't mention it for a few weeks. Well, months, actually.
Time passes. Hamburger and I are still close. We never mention my order.
Even more time passes. I learn of some of the past people who have ordered the hamburger before. I'm pissed, but tell no one. How could I let anyone know that hamburgers were my favorite food? So I bottled that up too.
Finally, it is June again. A Monday. I know that this just might be the last time I see the hamburger. This day the sandwich sits next to me on the sub, which it didn't do for a few days prior. It has a menu with it; we look through it. Make jokes. Laugh. They day passes until it's the afternoon again, and I am packed with my peers in a large room, waiting to watch the foods go away. I keep a keen eye out for the hamburger, and I spot it. When it sits, it turns to me, winks, and blows me a kiss. I laugh.
Finally, the end of the afternoon, getting ready to get back on the sub, which the sandwich will never ride again. I stand with my friends, when I hear the hamburger call my name. I turn, and it embraces me for the first time. I do the same. We exchange our good-byes.
It is Monday afternoon, and I cry like a baby in my backyard.
And now even more time has passed. I've seen the hamburger a few times, and we would keep in touch.
It is Tuesday, Febuary 24, 2009. For the first time, I realize that my hunger for hamburgers has dissapeared. I feel a bit empty.
Yes, it was all good and fine at first. Very good. At first, the hamburger was just another sandwich out there. I never thought of it. Never even wanted to try it.
I remember the day we, the food and I, finally met. We were on the sub; I was playing a videogame. Or was hamburger playing it? It doesn't really matter. Anyways, one of us was playing the videogame (Pokemon, of course!), and the other noticed.
I'm beginning to think I was playing the game; I never would have talked to a random sandwich like that. But that's beside the point.
The other noticed, and we talked about it. Pretty nerdy, but pretty cool, too.
The hamburger and I started hanging out more often. Before 8, after 3. During the daily trips. It was all pretty cool. As we spent more time together, I began to see many similarities between hamburger and I; asides from the whole Pokemon thing, we both loved drawing, ketchup, lettuce, video games, tomato, onion, tons of things. And we got along great. I was beginning to develop a taste for hamburgers, no matter how much I denied it.
And I remember the day it dawned on me that hamburger was my favorite food. It was... sunny, in the afternoon. I was on the sub, and the sandwich was just getting on. I looked at it, with its bright yellow sesame seed roll, moving through the sub, and I realized: that hamburger was my favorite food. Of course I denied it at first. I don't have a favorite food! I told myself.
But I did.
Time passed. I spent more time around the hamburger. Other foods became less appealing to me. All I wanted was the hamburger.
Of course, I was too afraid to order a hamburger. What if it turns out I don't like hamburgers? What if theres too much ketchup? What if I find hair in it? And so I bottled my hunger inside me.
One day the hamburger calls me. I'm too startled to make conversation. 5 minutes later, we hang up. We never talked again on the telephone.
Time passes. It's June. I get off the sub, knowing I won't have the chance to order a hamburger again for three months. I walk home and cry like a baby in my living room.
Three months are over. My hunger hasn't subsided over the summer. I start going to the Restaraunt Club to be with food more. It's all pretty cool, but pretty lame. Still not ready to order the hamburger.
It is 3, and I'm on the sub. THe hamburger is infront of me, talking to a salad. I look at it, it notices. I'm embarassed, quickly advert the sandwich's gaze.
It is a FRIday, and I'm going to the hamburger's grill. Great! Tons of fun. There are others there, but I don't notice them.
Time passes. It is now November, and I finally try to order a hamburger.
It took a lot of time, but I had to. I was just too hungry. I didn't order in person, but wrote out one of those sandwich-slips you see in delis all the time and left it on the counter. I feel sick.
A day later, I tear up the slip, but it's too late- the deli knows I want a hamburger. Of course, I don't mention it for a few weeks. Well, months, actually.
Time passes. Hamburger and I are still close. We never mention my order.
Even more time passes. I learn of some of the past people who have ordered the hamburger before. I'm pissed, but tell no one. How could I let anyone know that hamburgers were my favorite food? So I bottled that up too.
Finally, it is June again. A Monday. I know that this just might be the last time I see the hamburger. This day the sandwich sits next to me on the sub, which it didn't do for a few days prior. It has a menu with it; we look through it. Make jokes. Laugh. They day passes until it's the afternoon again, and I am packed with my peers in a large room, waiting to watch the foods go away. I keep a keen eye out for the hamburger, and I spot it. When it sits, it turns to me, winks, and blows me a kiss. I laugh.
Finally, the end of the afternoon, getting ready to get back on the sub, which the sandwich will never ride again. I stand with my friends, when I hear the hamburger call my name. I turn, and it embraces me for the first time. I do the same. We exchange our good-byes.
It is Monday afternoon, and I cry like a baby in my backyard.
And now even more time has passed. I've seen the hamburger a few times, and we would keep in touch.
It is Tuesday, Febuary 24, 2009. For the first time, I realize that my hunger for hamburgers has dissapeared. I feel a bit empty.
Franceschi
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Joe is correct. Change your post to something 4-worded please.85177
Mmmmm, sexy hamburgers..... :P
I NEED TO SHOWER. CRAP.
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It's amazing how one person can put you in a bad mood. There's always gotta be one person who calls the IT Helpdesk that people always dread talking to...unfortunately, I was the one to get that call today....I've been in a bad mood since.
Luckily, it's going away quickly.
It's amazing how one person can put you in a bad mood. There's always gotta be one person who calls the IT Helpdesk that people always dread talking to...unfortunately, I was the one to get that call today....I've been in a bad mood since.
Luckily, it's going away quickly.
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