Lia:
Side note: I also have a date.
Lia:
lojk
Lia:
...loljk
Ryan:
haha
Lia:
God damnit I fucked that all up. Lemme try this again.
Ryan:
NOPE.
Ryan:
NO SECOND CHANCES.
Lia:
Side note: I also have a date.
Lia:
LOLJK DYING ALONE WITH 27 CATS WHO WILL EAT MY DEAD BODY.
Ryan:
At least you'll provide something for them in death then.
Lia:
Duh. I'm a champ.
Lia:
Anyway yeah, I failed at that.
Ryan:
Like most things.
Lia:
THANKS FOR THE REMINDER.
Ryan:
It's what I'm here for.
Ryan:
So I've got a date next weekend.
Lia:
With a real girl? Or like with a motorcycle or your hand or something?
Ryan:
Well my hand. But also a girl.
Lia:
Hooray! So, do go on…about the girl, not the hand (I understand how that works very well).
Ryan:
Well she's got 5 fingers and I call her Palmela. Pam for short.
Lia:
Oh, I expected her name to be Jill, but you know.
Him:
"You have this...extraordinary DNA in you. It's beautiful. Not in a superficial way about your looks, I mean I know you're pretty, but like, whatever, man, whatever, you're just really beautiful and I hope you get that."
Me:
"I wouldn't go so far as to say any of that."
Him:
"No, of course you wouldn't, that's why I'm here. You have really strong emotions and a strong love and way about you. Find people who are willing to reciprocate, and give it all to them."
Brad:
What does one do with his last 3 hours of internet?
Lia:
Buy a mail-order bride, duh.
Brad:
Good point. Know any good sites, considering your vast mail-order bride history, of course?
Lia:
IMAFUCKINGMAILORDERBRIDEBUYME.com
Brad:
Excellent, got one on the way.
Lia:
Fuck yeah.
Brad:
I am not a dork.
Lia:
DON'T YOU LIE TO ME.
Brad:
FINE, SORRY, I AM A HUGE DORK.
Lia:
Oh, thanks for clearing that up, I was confused.
Brad:
No problem. Also, isn't a whale's penis known as a dork? in that case, I am not a dork.
Lia:
It is, and you are.
Announcer:
We're here with Miley Cyrus--
Group:
Uggggggggh.
Lia:
Your mouth is terrible.
Anni:
I hate your face.
Brad:
She's all "I'm too young for braces..."
Anni:
She already had braces...
Brad:
Way to ruin the joke.
Matt:
Do they make lidocaine powder?
Lia:
For what?
Matt:
For cutting with coke, duh.
Piercer:
Uh, are you okay?
Lia:
*hnnnngh*
Piercer:
You know we did this like...a month and a half ago, right? So, like, you know exactly what's going to happen.
Lia:
It's not something I can control, it's a visceral reaction to a needle being that close to my nipple.
Piercer:
Oh, yeah I totally under--HYAHHHH *jabs* Done.
Lia:
That's all you've got?
Piercer:
Don't act all tough with me, missy, when you're nearly passing out on my table.
Lia:
Was the "hyahhh" really necessary?
Piercer:
I'm a ninja.
Jason:
That tumblr site is so hipster, I feel like I need to be in a smokey internet coffee house with people reciting bad poetry in the background, followed up by some crappy acoustic band that will never get signed, whilst sipping a vanilla chai.
Lia:
(in my head) I like coffee houses, poetry, acoustic bands and vanilla chai. OH GOD, I'M BECOMING HIPSTER TRASH.
Alarm Clock:
RING RING RING GTFO OF BED.
Lia:
HNNNNGH, NO.
Alarm Clock:
Do it.
Lia:
FINE.
Clothes:
Yeah, we're all stained, so good luck finding something to wear to work.
Lia:
Stfu.
Car:
It's freezing cold in here, and the heat isn't going to work until five seconds before you pull into the parking lot.
Lia:
So same as usual, then?
Boss:
What are you doing here?
Lia:
I'm here to work in exchange for a paycheck?
Boss:
Uhhh, actually, you have the day off. You've known this for a month.
Lia:
OH MOTHER OF GOD.
Car:
It's okay, Lia, I'll be nice and toasty for the ride home.
Kitties:
Hi, Mom! Welcome home!
Bed:
I've missed you!
Lia:
Zzzzzzzzzz...