I've been watching a lot of Weeds lately, and I'm thinking of becoming a drug dealer because this is Bellingham and I bet TONS of people smoke pot, but pot isn't really much of a drug so I'd just be a pot dealer and not a drug dealer, but I'm not really into danger and I hear dealers are pretty protective of their territory.
Plan B.
Hm, isn't plan B the morning-after pill? Well, that's just completely not helpful to me at all.
PS: Looking at the date, I just realized it's my kindergarten best friend's birthday. I know this, and yet I can't remember YOUR birthday. And I like you more.
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Weed is barely a drug.
I have an idea for you though, begin manufacturing Golden Snitch Pasties, insist you came up with them: http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=312763.0
July 14 is also Bastille Day. Vive la revolution!
Weed dealers still have to meet shady people in shady places. But since you hang out on streetcorners calling, "Come on boys, come and get me," it wouldn't be a problem.
Sabayon - Maybe I'll learn to crochet bong cozies or something.
Holly - Yeah! Bastille Day! As American as freedom fries!
Spencer - You're the one who hangs out on streetcorners. With trannies. I don't know what you're doing there, and I don't want to know.
I remember lots of birthdays of girls I despise.
You know my birthday, so I'm pretending that you like me.
Also, Mary-Louise Parker? Hot. I'd buy weed from her any day. HYPOTHETICALLY, INTERNET COPS.
Elizabeth - Why is that? I have trouble remembering them when I try, but when I don't care - totally easy.
canihelpyousir - Right. Hypothetically. Yes.
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