So apparently the way this works…you comment on 20 people on your friendslist, without identifying them, and people are a-pposed to guess who you’re talking about?
You’ve got your finger on the pulse of popular culture. It’s right there. It’s not far away from the pulse, jammed straight up your ass.
One day we’re getting married. You know this. You just refuse to accept it. But even if we got married, you’d probably still refuse to sleep with me.
You’re one of my favorite people because you’re such a goof. And you say things like “w00t”, but it doesn’t come off lame when you do it. Plus, for the puppy.
I loaf you lots. Cinnamon raisin loaf, even.
You are one of the truest people I have been lucky enough to meet. I sure wish you’d see yourself for as great as you are.
to be continued…