Ellen mere existence has improved my
health in a way no one else could. When
I was consumed with phlegm and coughing
fits, Ellens bright smile and warm
countenance brought joy into my heart.
Also, her surplus bottle of codeine
cough syrup brought a most pleasant
disorienting haze that dulled the pain.
RAWK!
Oh my fucking lord. I am sweaty. Summer
in New York is fucked up hot, man. I
wish Ellen was here. Because she would
do something to take away the sweat. And
by sweat, I of course mean existential pain.
You are so still not 19. Holy fuck! I thought I
was the youngest muthafucka up in dis
bitch. It turns out I'm not even special in
THAT sense. I'll go kill myself now.
It's been too long since your last
testimonial, so, even though I know
you're too good for Friendster, I
thought you needed some Testi lovin.
Not testicle lovin, although you could
probably use some of that, too, from
what I hear. And sheep testes don't
count.
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once i had a phone date with ellen and i
wrote "BIG DATE WITH ELLEN ON
TUESDAY" on pieces of girlymick (pink+
green) construction paper and taped them to
my mirror. then i used the "W/ELLEN" paper
and the "ON TUESDAY" paper for
something else, and now i just have a sign
that says "BIG DATE." see, ellen makes me
look cool. thank god!
I just gotta say one word. anyone want
some more beer? we've had good times
lately singing the man whore booty
song to the wonderful jen and dancin
from booze realted incidences. who is
mah babie dahd? dis iz mah baby dahd!
What can I say ellen, your the bestest
drunken irish friend that anyone could
have, and I'll be thinking about you
when I'm eating my casa blancas over
break.
If you ever want a sexy irish bitch to
come over to your place and belt you
around the mouth before mouthing you
areound the belt, well, you might ask
Ellen. She'd know better than me. I'm
not too social. But she loves me anyway.
Seriously. Ellen. Hell yeah.
Testimonials and Comments for ellen mary
toast one of these days. P.S. Isn't Rivendell
where the elves lived in LORD OF THE RINGS?
health in a way no one else could. When
I was consumed with phlegm and coughing
fits, Ellens bright smile and warm
countenance brought joy into my heart.
Also, her surplus bottle of codeine
cough syrup brought a most pleasant
disorienting haze that dulled the pain.
RAWK!
in? maybe just the tip? c'mon it's not
a big deal is it? i promise i
won't.........oops!
in New York is fucked up hot, man. I
wish Ellen was here. Because she would
do something to take away the sweat. And
by sweat, I of course mean existential pain.
was the youngest muthafucka up in dis
bitch. It turns out I'm not even special in
THAT sense. I'll go kill myself now.
testimonial, so, even though I know
you're too good for Friendster, I
thought you needed some Testi lovin.
Not testicle lovin, although you could
probably use some of that, too, from
what I hear. And sheep testes don't
count.
wrote "BIG DATE WITH ELLEN ON
TUESDAY" on pieces of girlymick (pink+
green) construction paper and taped them to
my mirror. then i used the "W/ELLEN" paper
and the "ON TUESDAY" paper for
something else, and now i just have a sign
that says "BIG DATE." see, ellen makes me
look cool. thank god!
some more beer? we've had good times
lately singing the man whore booty
song to the wonderful jen and dancin
from booze realted incidences. who is
mah babie dahd? dis iz mah baby dahd!
What can I say ellen, your the bestest
drunken irish friend that anyone could
have, and I'll be thinking about you
when I'm eating my casa blancas over
break.
working. You must work at Tower!!
come over to your place and belt you
around the mouth before mouthing you
areound the belt, well, you might ask
Ellen. She'd know better than me. I'm
not too social. But she loves me anyway.
Seriously. Ellen. Hell yeah.