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June 1, 2006 in Personal by Ben | 3 comments
If you’re at the sandwich shop and you ask for “peppers,” if you don’t specify a kind of pepper you will get jalapenos.
That also explains why my ass was burning this morning.
Tags: ass, jalapenos
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June 1, 2006 at 10:34 am
Mir
Dude. TMI.
June 1, 2006 at 12:40 pm
Randi
LMAO @ Mir…..
I disagree, TMI would be info about your intimate relations lately, and even that wouldn’t be too bad unless it got graphic! Damn, I can read almost anything!
Except The Great Gatsby…torture my by pulling out my toenails first!
June 1, 2006 at 12:48 pm
Erin-erin-bo-berin
Mir and Randi wouldn’t want to read about the pooptastrophes at mi casa! Feeling a litle like Cartman with the alien implant, eh?
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June 1, 2006 at 10:34 am
Mir
Dude. TMI.
June 1, 2006 at 12:40 pm
Randi
LMAO @ Mir…..
I disagree, TMI would be info about your intimate relations lately, and even that wouldn’t be too bad unless it got graphic! Damn, I can read almost anything!
Except The Great Gatsby…torture my by pulling out my toenails first!
June 1, 2006 at 12:48 pm
Erin-erin-bo-berin
Mir and Randi wouldn’t want to read about the pooptastrophes at mi casa!
Feeling a litle like Cartman with the alien implant, eh?