Conan came into our room last night. I had the covers up to my neck, and was browsing my latest stash of housewear pr0nn.
He lifts up the covers, sees me in my undies, and states so matter-of-factly, "ah, mast3rb@-ting to the latest Crate & Barrel catalog, I see."
This man, he knows me well.
(note that I changed certain words to try and keep the pr0n spambots away, seeing as I got pummeled with comment spam within 5 hours of posting this. It probably won't work.)
Posted by equilibrium-girl at October 16, 2005 06:41 PMYou have to come over here and mop up my keyboard. I just spit water ALL OVER IT. Out of my NOSE, you bee-yotch.
Posted by: breana at October 19, 2005 02:09 PM