Okay, so I typed in ombligo, and the search engine suggested I search for Ombligo De La Luna, meaning bellybutton of the moon, so of course this picture pops up:
Whatever. Anyway, back to things more easily understood than search engines' brains, and lack thereof...actually, never mind. Sometimes these are more complicated. But whether complicated or easily understood, I bring you, without further ado...today's Fairly Mean Words From The Hallway! My comments are in italics! Enjoy! :)
"Can I please rip your face off?" Well, since you asked so nicely...no.
Person 1 [in a "psychologist-voice"]: "And how does that make you feel?"
Person 2: "Like I wanna punch you in the face."
Person 1: "That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion. We can work with passion." Can we work with it in a face-punching sort of direction?
"I'm so excited I'm throwing calculators--it's almost as good as throwing babies!" I often find that throwing babies is a relaxing technique. Calculators? Not so much.
Person 1: "We need a writing utensil..."
Person 2: "We'll use Murry's blood!" But they said only blue or black ink! You're gonna get disqualified! ...Oh yeah, or a number-two pencil. I think blood and graphite are almost the same. Never mind, go ahead!
"Everybody hates me. I'm on everybody's death list. Even grass hates me...whenever I step on it it spits on me...one time I was being choked by grass in the middle of the night, I woke up and it was climbing in my mouth and filling up my throat. It was horrible." And I can see that you were not at all scarred from the experience. I think you have bigger problems than being on everybody's death list...
3 comments:
Poor Joel...
Si. Pobre Joel. ;) You are the omniscient voice of omniscience!
That last sentence was directed toward you, Blake.
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