Text messages I have sent and received:
Can you fall in love with someone you never met?
Undernourished camels do not have humps.
No. Bring me some toilet paper so I can make a turban and some hand towels with red lipstick smeared all over them so I can make my Osama costume.
Sex offenders not allowed costumes, no candy giving, no yard displays.
Yeah, but the ambassador to the restroom construction/remodel told me that the woman’s is being re-done. Whew! I can die now!
OK you loon, when you get here.
This room has lots of table space and a circular desk.
It really struck me how much I miss chatting every other hour.
Bitch ola.
That was fast! Your check is filled out and ready to go.
I was. Now I am done. They don’t have any Hostess products.
Why don’t you come in here when you get up after you greet the day.
Dork!
Pahtootie!! What are you doing?
Ewwww – Assmunchausen syndrome.
Dance you fool!!
Meet me at the showers.
Is she Kuntry?
I hate when the door crack is so big people can see in.
Maybe. I will loon when I get there.
Two grape sodas with a big cup of ice please!
No, dork. But I knew this guy who always blamed Sprites.
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