I was very excited to see the American Reunion movie. I saw American Pie just after college and remembered it was quite funny.
Jim, Michelle, Oz, Heather, Stifler reunite for their high school...
1. If I find out I'm dying from a tumor, it's most likely Minsky's fault. However, his avatar makes me laugh so much that I can't hold it against him.
2. I need to prepare myself to be violated six ways from Sunday when I go to the doctor.
3. I should go get myself some weed.
4. BillyG may also be dying.
Monday's going to be a busy day. I should set up a Twitter account to keep everyone up to speed.
1. At doctor, in waiting room.
2. Filling out paperwork.
3. Getting new pen.
4. Dropping pants.
5. Am being asked to keep pants on until they take me to the appropriate room.
6. Unpleasant things happened in the room in the back.
7. Ask pretty receptionist to help with Tati's advice.
8. Just got slapped. Hard.
9. Have court date.
What I've learned so far:
2. I need to prepare myself to be violated six ways from Sunday when I go to the doctor.
Oh, don't be such a sissy mary! Man up! I highly doubt they're going to give you a colonoscopy or check your prostate if they're looking for a brain tumor. Your fears of being worked like a Muppet are unfounded (unless you're being examined by Doc Block... his prescription... PAIN!).
Not unless you had your head up your ass. Or up Minsky's pooper. The hell are you two doing anyway?
What's the moon cycle right now? You may be about to transform.
Do you have a physical scar from the event that killed your parents when you were an infant? If so, check around for any dark-wizard nemeses in the area.
Remember... The doctor does not hold the right to check your prostate with anything other than his finger. This includes penai, pencils, rabbits or any kind of toothbrush.
Now I don't even want to know what Misfit considers as sinus pressure.
You saw Society, right?
Headache's lulled a bit today. I did find a nail in my tire at lunch though, which resulted in me walking a couple of miles back to my office from the tire place. In Georgia. In August. In a long sleeve shirt and jeans.
Headache's lulled a bit today. I did find a nail in my tire at lunch though, which resulted in me walking a couple of miles back to my office from the tire place. In Georgia. In August. In a long sleeve shirt and jeans.
Kill me.
I would've suggested you take the bus, but I'm not sure that's something I'm ever going to suggest again.