Monday, August 01, 2005
(01/05/2005)context: J was in the process of raising funds for a mission trip to Saba in the spring. little J is just crazy. i was never a cheerleader. NEVER.little J: *eye twitch*
J: *chases the RCoC church elders around, taps on the windows of their houses, camps out overnight on their lawns, harasses their pets, ect.* pleeeeeeeeeeeease give me money!
little J: *twitch* must go back to...school...skool...scewwl...*goes insane and flings napkins at people*
me: stop that! we're at a StarB-- er, trendy coffeehouse shop thing!
J: we should go to Targ-- um... a conveniently placed retail store that has a bullseye for a logo.
me: yay! *pose*
J: we're you ever a cheerleader?
me: *twitch* BLASPHEMY! SACRILEGE! HERETIC! *lightning bolts*
J: *hides behind a metal table, which probably doesn't really help his plight* ee! sorry!
little J: HAHAHA! URR-SURR-PERR!
J: *drives to aforementioned retail store without his truck's headlights on, at night, like, in the dark* ...oh. hah. do you think they have some money i could have?
the end
teh PB sez; 1:54 PM
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