Here are a few smatterings of my conversations today:
Rachel: "She's brushing her teeth." Eric: "With a... taquito."
Gwen: "Well, obviously, the neck is the head-handle."
Rachel: "and I feel like a gluttony fat head" Gwen: "oh yeah??.... I feel like a gluttony fat-head retard that needs to wear a helmet because I am not even safe to operate a shower!"
Rachel: "Please don't thrown chicken at my computer."
Another day in the life of Rachel. Enjoy.
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