Like, hey ladies, what's up? Oh sorry, I don't feel like going out. Please close the door, I feel a draft. Axe, or large firearm, whichever you have easier access to. Firearm, not gun, no love gun jokes. Or jokes about a draft on your shaft. No, that'd streak my little mind. Streak.
Okay. I see no way that the plan would go wrong. Unless they laughed or took pictures, but I think the pure shock may leave them little room for thought.
Prepare for battle, find water balloons. Or substitute water filled bags for them. Or let out the dog. Or something. Dead bolt lock. Hide. All lights out, silence, hide until they quit. Or leave, go outside and hide.
I don't bother with the meal because I don't drink pop and the raspberry iced tea they have there is the brisk kind and totally tastes like banana. And the doritos would end up in my room like they do for my friend anyway.
The order consists of a deal #3 with no tomatoes (for my friend, which is a gordita supreme no tomatoes and a medium drink which is always Mountain Dew) a beefy five layer burrito, and a cup for water. For the longest time, the ice dispenser to the left didn't work, so whenever we'd be there with other people we would laugh at them for failing to get ice. I left my room, hoping I'd have a reply to the text I sent and new posts on here, which you guys did your job but I have no text back. Meh.
I had taco bell the last two nights sort of, as well as last Sunday. See, during the middle of the summer my friend and I established our regular order which always came to the price of $3.21, so we always have the cash out and ready, exact change. It's cute. And the smell of rain catches me off guard with how nice it is, I'd forgotten it. But as I was yelling for Carlos, I stood out there for an extra minute just to breathe it in deeply.
I want a new iPod, I can't update its software due to it being OLD. Imma hit someone. But, I suppose, while I'm on the computer... I joined Runescapions January 2, 2008, which was after my love for silver_wits developed. No, love is the wrong word, my interest in her...interestingness. I was just checking out that site, and the tab closed because of malicious software. WITS IS EVIL>
That more or less depends on who you're talking to or the content, sometimes I'm quite blunt, whereas other times I don't act like things bother me particularly. Ex. Normally when my neighbor would poke at me, I'd just be like whatever, he'll go away eventually. But one night I turned around and said something along the lines of DO IT ONE MORE TIME AND YOU WILL LACK MAN PARTS. I guess that's a physical action example, but with other things, it depends as well.
That's a bit aggressive. We can all agree, men are very different from women. Now, if I were to walk up to you and say that, you'd be like woah mind reader, or so I'd predict.