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Whatever the hell is laying around. Tonight, it was vodka thrown in with some crappy-ass mintue maids lemonade I prefer Texas Margarits.

:: waves ::

Midnight thirty of the morning of June 28th. DreamerTheresa be drunk.

I the Spyder and the Supra are both five-speeds. I don't think I know how to drive an automatic any more. o.O Not my Supras (as mine is an '84), but since we're on the girl-with-a-supra-who-can-drive-stick tangent: More pic of your girl, HellsLegion? She's awful cute.

It's what always makes me feel better when I'm sick and can't consume much. ESPECIALLY a great combo when hungover.

Gatorade + saltine crackers should help. Poor Joe. :( :: pets ::

Gah. That sucks. :(

Word.

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Mike is da man. :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies: :boobies:

:: nuzzles :: My poor Joe. :(

There are no boobie icons. This displeases me.

:evil3: SupraCentral will attest that this icon fits me well.

Circle jerk! Er, I mean, uh... GROUP HUG!!! :love:

Pick-up lines: Funny on paper. Lame in practice.

DEATH!!!!! :: grabs the sporks ::

I appreciate that. :)

:: cries ::

Rubber band sandwhich baggies to her feet. Five minutes of hilarity right there.

I've heard the song, and I didn't think it was too bad. That said, I loathe Paris Hilton.