I find Stephanie rather intimidating, and I
recently realized that it has to be
because she has a growing vendetta
against me. She seems nice other than
that, though. I mean, I don't hate her.
had a pleasure hanging out with you last
weekend. you're a real special lady.
yep, real special. yep.
REAL SPECIAL ED! ah ha ha ha ha
ha. ah ha ha ha ha ha ha. ah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ah haaaaaaa!
In high school Stephanie made me
giggle uncontrollably on several
occasions, and I'm sure that during
more than one of those times her
antics forceably made me pee my pants.
A demon from the lowest depths of
hell...disguised as a foxy comedy
person. One of the Four Horsemen.
Has the power of flight and mind
control. Eats children for breakfast.
Keeps the leftovers in her fridge.
let me tell you about stephanie and the
madonna-whore complex. it's not that
she, herself, swings wildly between
poles of purity and promiscuity. nay,
she is as constant as womanhood, itself.
it is she who unearths the madonna-whore
complex that lurks in all of us. we find
ourselves torn between a noble longing
for beauty and truth and an equally
powerful, but infinitely darker
instinct: the desire for oblivion. she's
also funny as shit and considered quite
scrumptious by most menfolk i know.
Escajeda is one of my favorite
people in the world. She's hilarious
and smart and super supportive.
Blessed is the fruit of her womb. I'll
never forget the time she appeared
to me in a raisin bun. I think that's
good luck. Oh, and she's really hot,
too.
I find Stephanie rather intimidating, and I
recently realized that it has to be
because she has a growing vendetta
against me. She seems nice other than
that, though. I mean, I don't hate her.
weekend. you're a real special lady.
yep, real special. yep.
REAL SPECIAL ED! ah ha ha ha ha
ha. ah ha ha ha ha ha ha. ah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ah haaaaaaa!
popular. Is it that she looks so much like the
mother of Jesus Christ?
the most important people in my life
and I miss her one bunch. 3757 Valley
Road- that's where the boys lined up.
giggle uncontrollably on several
occasions, and I'm sure that during
more than one of those times her
antics forceably made me pee my pants.
hell...disguised as a foxy comedy
person. One of the Four Horsemen.
Has the power of flight and mind
control. Eats children for breakfast.
Keeps the leftovers in her fridge.
thousand times, and she never holds it
against me, because, secretly, she
knows i'm mildly retarded.
madonna-whore complex. it's not that
she, herself, swings wildly between
poles of purity and promiscuity. nay,
she is as constant as womanhood, itself.
it is she who unearths the madonna-whore
complex that lurks in all of us. we find
ourselves torn between a noble longing
for beauty and truth and an equally
powerful, but infinitely darker
instinct: the desire for oblivion. she's
also funny as shit and considered quite
scrumptious by most menfolk i know.
people in the world. She's hilarious
and smart and super supportive.
Blessed is the fruit of her womb. I'll
never forget the time she appeared
to me in a raisin bun. I think that's
good luck. Oh, and she's really hot,
too.