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November 13th, 2008
One of these things…

…is not like the other…

8 comments to “One of these things…”

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    That was some frakking funny shit! :lol: I’m dying! :lol:

    I don’t get how people can confuse you two though. (shrugs)

    The jew, “I am not one of the chosen’ line killed me! :lol:

    You two are frakking priceless…I’m wondering what exactly was in Lauren’s cup now cause methinks it wasn’t coffee! :lol:

    Thankie for the muchly funnies!

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    LOL! Americano with room for my nonfat milk. It’s too early for anything else.

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    @ Lauren: I would have so been puking right along with your daughter had I been there….I handle the girls being sick because it makes me ill too. Bad mommy, I know . *G*

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    I’m dying here! Fucking in space. Screwing in the bathroom. :lol: Boys with eyeliner. Mmmm. I like’em seasoned too. But I’m not above looking at the just finished baking ones either.

    You know, I get this problem. Michelle and I are often confused. Especially who wrote what and when. We end up forwarding fan mail to one another. I love getting credit for her Dragon Lords. :razz:

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    @Mandy M Roth:

    hahah! We talked about you two before we made the video!

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    @Mad: I made my husband deal with the car and I dealt with hosing her down. Still ended up cleaning the car out twice more though!

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    You two are BOTH very funny, but I really don’t know how people confuse you. On the positive side, at least the person you are being confused with is awesome (this is a word that I have got to stop using as I have noticed that I used it far too much…any suggestions on a replacement word).

    Lauren~Sorry about that vomitting in the car thing. When I was much much yonger, we took a family vacation to Californina in the good old station wagon with the fold down back seat. My little sister managed to puke between the fold down part which is virtually impossible to clean out. Let me tell you, that is a smell you never get rid of especailly while on a summer vacation in California. Every time we got in the car, we were forced to relive the whole horrible experience (perhaps this is where my vomit phobia comes from.) My husband has always been forced to clean up any vomit messes with our kids, because it makes me ill. So, after this incredilbly long winded story, I am hoping that the smell goes away!!

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    @ Lori – eeeek! I remember those back seats in station wagons!!