So yeah. I've found something else relatively awesome to do.
Go to Target with ze boyfriend, and only buy condoms, lube and Poprocks. [Which are, admittedly, a new kind of RETARDEDLY AWESOME.]
Immensely entertaining.
Especially since the irritating-as-fuck dude ahead of us in line wouldn't SHUT UP, and the old lady cashier was talking to him, then got painfully silent when we were up...
Priceless.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
POPROCKS. YAY. <--Yes I realize this title makes me look like a four year old. Anything out of the ordinary?
Posted by Meg at 9:32 AM
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Ah, God, that's too good xD Poor lady.
Decided since mommy shops there, and since I go with her sometimes, it would be smarter to get the old ones, who would be less likely to remember ;D
Oh goodness, that's smart thinking. I would never think of that XD
Trust me, you learn to think about these things XD
Covering your bases, eh? XD
HAVE TO XD
It's not like they don't KNOW you're having sex, dude. xD
Si, the Target cashier does, yes.
BUT.
Isn't knowing we are better than not knowing we're doing it IN YOUR store? I think so.
Poor JCPenny's.
I was actually referring to your parents. x]
Ah, well then...
Yeah, I'm not sure actually. They know we HAVE, obviously. When that whole thing was going on, my dad was, it seemed, fairly convinced that there was no such thing as 'stopping' entirely. But I do believe due to the fact we can't entirely close my bedroom door anymore [though they're now letting us leave it mostly closed. Stupid XD]....I think they believe they've succeeded and we're doing it way less.
We're going to let them continue to think that :D
I don't even know what to say. For once, Nina has no words.
WE'RE SNEAKY XD
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