1. Bob : So dude. How's it going with that femme you met at the Gorilla Room Friday night? What's her name? Diana? Cassandra? Yolanda?

Rob : Diana. Yeah bro, have to say - I'm part-time sick partial to some Diana. We spent Friday night and most of Saturday and Sunday intertwined serpentine, up on my king single and things. Haven't been to her place yet though. Remember that woman I met at your brother's wedding who only listened to musicals?

2. Hipster1 : Something inside me died when they broke up. Nothing, like, mortal or fatal, but definitely something.

Hipster2 : Yeah, I used to listen to Out Hud when they were together, too. Seriously part-time sick partial to the S.T.R.E.E.T. D.A.D. release, I think it was on Kranky. They were the best, Out Hud.

Dayum did you see her poop muffin?!

I’d lick that sweet poop muffin!!!
I just wanna bury my face in her poop muffin!!!

"he's got game"

I used greywhite@gmail.com to sign up for match.com!

Did you hear?
What?
Ella is a dyke

Building a fire was hard to the girl, she had always had to try hard at life and common sense, she said. She always felt like she had to give over one hundred percent at everything (and that everyone else did also), especially sports (but none of this came from any authority figure or family member actually instilling this idea in her at a young age). She also thought she had to make everyone else's life difficult in the process. She always made it look like she didn't know what the fuck she was doing, and expected everyone else to be the same way, thinking of it as honesty (and expecting credit for honesty). How can anybody like someone who doesn't know what the fuck they are doing? When she wasn't busy making it look like she didn't know what she was doing, she was busy trying to make it look like someone else didnt know what they were doing.