Amanda manda manda, amanda amanda amanda. Manda manda-manda, amanda amanda amanda! Amanda amanda amandamandamanda; manda amanda. Amanda? Manda manda… amanda. Amanda amanda amanda. Manda amanda amanda (manda manda, manda amanda!), manda amanda. Mandabear amanda, manda-butt.
Anna! Anna anna anna:
- Anna annabella, anna anna.
- Anna? Anna anna anna.
- Anna-face, anna.
Anna anna anna, anna anna, anna anna anna. Anna anna; anna annaaaaaaa!
There, now are you two happy? Sheesh.
(Thanks, Daniel.)
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November 5th, 2005 at 6:50 pm
and what am I? chopped liver?
November 5th, 2005 at 6:58 pm
I quit.
November 6th, 2005 at 12:55 pm
“You know, once I was thinking of quitting when I was diagnosed with brain, lung and testicular cancer all at the same time. But with the love and support of my friends and family, I got back on the bike and won the Tour de France five times in a row. But I’m sure you have a good reason to quit. So what are you dying of that’s keeping you from [growing some balls and actually acknowledging all the people who care about you] ?”
-Lance Armstrong
November 6th, 2005 at 1:19 pm
Yes, Heather, I know it comes from love. I can still harass them about whining, however, and that comes from love as well. Also, have you considered the following:
“I’m gonna flip out, like a ninja. ‘Cause that’s what ninjas do.”
- Ninja, 7 Seconds of Love
http://www.7secondsoflove.com/ninja/
I didn’t think so.
November 6th, 2005 at 4:06 pm
Yes, actually I am quite happy now. I like being mentioned
November 11th, 2005 at 12:01 pm
I am going to mention something that I’m sure the rest of Adam’s social circle is no stranger to:
He is incredibly intelligent and dedicated and I am so proud of him for the work he’s done in the past couple weeks. I don’t even care (though I know he does) how many comps he actually passes. His ability to be ABLE to do what he did and not throw himself off a bridge is commendable. And I sound like a parent and not a girlfriend, but I am amazed with him.
Love you :o)
November 16th, 2005 at 11:41 pm
Bullshit.
Love,
Sean