i think paisley's perfectly manicured eyebrows...
they're a disaster. why do you have to draw attention to them?
ugh... enough, pais. anyway, her eyebrows...
you started it!
i know, because it was supposed to be a compliment ten years ago, god! i just wanted to say they looked fantastic and i was jealous.
shut up! i was jealous of how you looked in the pool and you didn't let me post that one.
for obvious reasons, darlin'.
laura, am i your favorite roommate ever (internal argument redacted)?
you know you are in some ways, pais. i've never had stories like i have now.
after contemplation, yes, you are. for sure.
EVEN WITH THE MESS (AND THE BOSSY BOOTS)?
well, the mess could subside a bit and i wouldn't be THE CLEAN ONE. and the bossy boots may need a donation to saint vincent's but my interior snobbery may be met with the same disdain.
ohmigod the messiness has subsided. can i get a witness?
we'll see.
and you may have your own pair of bossy boots. in fact, i think i saw you getting them shined for a dollar yesterday.
they're a perfect size 8. how could i turn them down? a dollar? i talked him down to 50 cents and a smile.
"smile"? is that what we're calling it these days?
he asked me for my phone number. i gave him yours. you need to get out more.
you filthy slut, you are my favorite roommate.
likewise, bitch.
they're a disaster. why do you have to draw attention to them?
ugh... enough, pais. anyway, her eyebrows...
you started it!
i know, because it was supposed to be a compliment ten years ago, god! i just wanted to say they looked fantastic and i was jealous.
shut up! i was jealous of how you looked in the pool and you didn't let me post that one.
for obvious reasons, darlin'.
laura, am i your favorite roommate ever (internal argument redacted)?
you know you are in some ways, pais. i've never had stories like i have now.
after contemplation, yes, you are. for sure.
EVEN WITH THE MESS (AND THE BOSSY BOOTS)?
well, the mess could subside a bit and i wouldn't be THE CLEAN ONE. and the bossy boots may need a donation to saint vincent's but my interior snobbery may be met with the same disdain.
ohmigod the messiness has subsided. can i get a witness?
we'll see.
and you may have your own pair of bossy boots. in fact, i think i saw you getting them shined for a dollar yesterday.
they're a perfect size 8. how could i turn them down? a dollar? i talked him down to 50 cents and a smile.
"smile"? is that what we're calling it these days?
he asked me for my phone number. i gave him yours. you need to get out more.
you filthy slut, you are my favorite roommate.
likewise, bitch.
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