Quote, End Quote.

Note to self: when somebody asks how big is too big when it comes to ear piercings, it's probably best not to reply, "If it's bigger than the hole in my vagina, you've gone too far."



Urm. Yeah. About that.

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  1. Anonymous2 June 2010 at 12:08

    Ya think?

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  2. Jess MacD2 June 2010 at 14:19

    stretchers = bad smells. If you love them, love the smell. x

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  3. P3 June 2010 at 12:55

    I want to hire you to walk around beside me and say that sort of stuff because it makes the stuff *I* say look relatively harmless in comparison and that is a pretty amazing feat. And I want to meet you even more now! And that's all.

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  4. Laura Jane Williams5 June 2010 at 06:43

    Ian- it's just a suggestion.

    Jess- There's a joke in there somewhere...

    P- I want to meet you too! I totally have no social filter, though. It might get us into trouble.

    x

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  5. Camille10 June 2010 at 14:13

    Laura & P - I would love to join you guys, as I DON'T say any sort of thing, in hopes of a bit rubbing off. brilliant.

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  6. Laura Jane Williams13 June 2010 at 04:28

    Camille- LET'S DO IT!

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