Apr 172008
 

Urgent. Will die without reading.

  • 11:11 Peeing pants at dentist’s. #
  • 15:55 In chooch’s hands: black babydoll & naked white babydoll w/ red lips, alienish cranium. #
  • 17:17 wishing i had a mallet with which to clunk myself on head. #
  • 19:30 Evidently I’m oblivious to a lot of things. #
  • 20:17 I wish I was pretty like a cake. Unless its an armadillo cake. #
  • 20:30 Now that Bob and Collin are gone, Eleanore and I talk about diapers and itchy skin. Oh, the laffs. #
  • 20:51 I’m pretty like a urinal cake, anyway. #

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  4 Responses to “What the Tweet?”

  1. I’m going to give Henry a urinal cake for his birthday. A homemade one. I’ll eat lots of asparagus beforehand.

  2. black baby doll- chooch knows what’s up.

    please don’t clunk yourself.

  3. I wish I had unlimited texting so I could get your updates throughout the day. I’m too cheap!!

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