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| OMG OMG OMG this is my favorite song! Actually...it's a good thing I slept alone or my lover might begin to question my sexuality with all these naughty dreams about Justin Timberlake... | |
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| Marian, why are all of these papers on my desk? | |
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| This is all the work you were supposed to be doing this summer. Instead, you've been sleeping on couches, stealing sammies, posing as the lab hobo to attract the cougars, and mocking my birkensocks. | |
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| I am the little dying fire on the side of a bluff at 5:30am. Come closer, Paul...Come into the fire...I will keep you warm... | |
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| Shit...Aaron! You only invited me on this multi-pitch route so you could cook me alive in the middle of nowhere. How could I fall for this AGAIN? | |
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