All the things that go on in my life and inside my head
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The battle continues
Camp just called me a funky, fat, fat, fat lion-breath animal. Hmm. Then he said that he hates me and wishes I were dead. He hasn't pounded on or kicked his locked door yet though, so I feel like I'm getting a pretty good deal. :)
YIKES DUDE. Good luck with that...Oh wittababycampers.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Eve Eve Ann! YAHOO
Call him a butt mustache. That is one is always a dagger.
ReplyDeleteLump of Coal.
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ReplyDeletelump of groggy grank gree gree, weh.
ReplyDeleteYou really didn't think you were going to get that super duper cool stunt show for free did you? You gotta pay up!
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