echuckles
packing for seattle. in the words of the once-great lonelygirl15, i'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really REALLY excited!
| echuckles a former magician asked for my card tonight! sadly, he did not then make it disappear. |
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| echuckles "the bike is just an extension of you," the crazy gym instructor whispered sensually into his microphone to our terrified spinning class. |
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| echuckles thank heaven for little URLs. |
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| echuckles a guy who started an online dating site asked me out last night. at a bar. not great for business, buddy. |
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| echuckles visiting chicago for the first time. pronouncing the "h" in words like "what" and "where" to fit in. not whorking too whell so far. |
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| echuckles twitter, you know i'm your biggest fan, but you've been down so much lately. Ruby on Fails. |
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| echuckles hangin' out at work, thinkin' 'bout my pulled groin muscle and my ice pack, and how quickly HR would be called if i combined the two. |
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| echuckles the webcock store called. they're running out of you. |
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| echuckles when a guy asks how your day was and your answer involves chocolate and shoes, PMS is presumed, right? |
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| echuckles when a stranger looks at you and says ouch, you know your sunburn is really bad. or, something else that needs to be addressed is going on. |
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| echuckles had drinks tonight with sasha frere-jones. i had soda, he had pop. (just kidding, we had real drinks, but see what i did there??) |
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| echuckles to whoever has my cell number, but one digit off: you're going to be receiving a call from a nice, unattractive guy named gary. i'm sorry. |
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| echuckles i got rickrolled by Slate over the weekend. TRUST NO ONE. |
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| echuckles is it possible to have a single whammy? |
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| echuckles dissatisfied with this leg waxing job. i want my hair back! oh, wait. that's not right. |
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| echuckles my sister's volunteering at boston's special olympics on father's day. "i'm going to act retarded so i get to see her," my un-PC dad said. |
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