Hey, thanks! Back atcha. :)

Well, I will worship you, but there's no reason to bruise my knees, is there? I mean, you want the gams to be looking good, don't you?

"Little Caroline's pony Macaroni had permanent Marty Feldman eyes after being mounted by Auchincloss, so they took it to a grassy knoll and shot it." You sick fucking bitch. Let me get my kneepads out so I can worship before you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I would like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
But you are the meth I sell to schoolchildren.

That last line is a little awkward, I know, but those kids really love that meth.

I'm glad you fontsy warehouses.

So good to see you today. We really must talk about poop again soon.

Gosh. Who knew Margot Kidder was such a scorching bitch?

Re: Ferret Funyuns.

Look, if you're going to keep up this high pitch of adorability all semester, you'd better tell me now. Classes start up again on Monday, and I fear being seized by a convulsive spasm of unexpected merriment while idly checking Gawker during a slow moment in Corporation Law. Precaution, it's the name of the game these days.

Hello there, you.

Leave a message for scroll_lock Testing, testing, are you out there, Scrolly? Hey, they ate up all the messages in my box. Will they eat this too?

Leave a message for scroll_lock Testing, testing, are you out there, Scrolly? Hey, they ate up all the messages in my box. Will they eat this too?