LUPO!! (probably NSFW somewhere in here)

[Whiskey]

because i hit the hardest

[Magpie]

You do NOT.

[Whiskey]

You do NOT.

try me son

[BookstoreEscapee]

Then why do we have to be?

As my mother says: Do as I say, not as I do.

Is your tea in the closet with your bra?

[Whiskey]

ill knock you out, catch you, then squat you


one

fluid

motion

[Magpie]

try me son

Ok, Whiskey's arms are probably no more than two feet long. So if I get a two foot board, and add that to my arms, I can use the same force and hit TWICE as hard! I like this... *plans more complex hitting machines*

[lupo pazzesco]

No. The bra was in the PANTRY. The cell phone was in the closet. Get it right!

I should go check both, just to be safe, though...


Whiskey, don't hit me! Please! I sorry. I dun feel good, dun hurt me!!

[Magpie]

Lupo, come hide behind me. She'll get distracted and hit me first. You can run away.

[BookstoreEscapee]

sorry, lupo, it's hard to keep track.

why does every bra maker think that anyone with an A cup wants 3 inches of padding?

but I found two of the bra that i thought target didn't carry anymore (one white one nude color) so yay. (they were the only two in my size)

[Whiskey]

Lupo, come hide behind me. She'll get distracted and hit me first. You can run away.

id hit you first

i also run the fastest


heh

now i want to measure my arms to see if they are 2 feet long

[Whiskey]

sorry, lupo, it's hard to keep track.

why does every bra maker think that anyone with an A cup wants 3 inches of padding?

compensation

edit: why does VS think D cups and up wear pushups

i would suffocate myself

[Magpie]

Traditionally a cubit is about 18 inches, but I've always measured as smaller. I figured that 6 inches for the upper arm is a bit undersizing it, but that's the lovely thing about feet. They're so huge that you can guess anything and be accurate (just not precise).

[Whiskey]

i made fried rice

[lupo pazzesco]

I have the same problem with my DDs. I don't need any extra padding, kthx. Really.

Magpie, I can't run, if I run, I"ll die, I can hardly breathe as it is. I'm just gonna curl up over here with my tea and whimper pathetically. I hate being sick. And i think this shit has turned bacterial on my. fuck.



Fried rice? Om nom nom.

[Whiskey]

and sriracha-tatoes. because i would die if i didnt put sriracha in everything.