She is Poetry & Prozac... (freneticfloetry) wrote,
She is Poetry & Prozac...
freneticfloetry

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Look who's talking now.

Sometimes there's nothing better in the world than two people who have no concept of TMI having a late-night conversation.

miniglik (11:02:18 PM): My spit still tastes like sperms
miniglik (11:02:21 PM): sperm.
miniglik (11:02:26 PM): Not plural.
freneticfloetry (11:02:27 PM): LMAO
miniglik (11:02:33 PM): Only, no sperm.
miniglik (11:02:45 PM): So... it tastes like non-spermy ejaculate?
freneticfloetry (11:03:02 PM): don't do the breath mint thing
freneticfloetry (11:03:05 PM): it just makes it worse
miniglik (11:03:07 PM): Someone should REALLY stop me from talking after 10 p.m.
freneticfloetry (11:03:11 PM): then it takes like minty sperm.
miniglik (11:03:16 PM): Hee!
miniglik (11:03:23 PM): Like Sperm in the Dishwasher
freneticfloetry (11:03:31 PM): like "sperm! it's what's for dinner! now in fresh mint flavor!"
freneticfloetry (11:03:51 PM): is that like snakes on a plane?
miniglik (11:03:51 PM): I want Peanut Butter Sperm
miniglik (11:03:58 PM): EXACTLY
freneticfloetry (11:04:02 PM): LMAO
miniglik (11:05:16 PM): I'm TIRED of these MOTHER FUCKIN' SPERM, WITH MOTHER FUCKIN' MINTY FLAVOR

Heh. I love my f-list.
Tags: drive-by posting, how sad am i?, there are no words, utter hillarity
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