||[Dec. 4th, 2005|05:26 pm]
For Love of John
|[||the chemicals rushing through my brain are making me feel:
Rose: Cut me some slack!
me: you know, that made me think of John, for some reason. *bad mental images*
Rose: Mmmm. I want me a piece of that Slack, there.
me: um...ok... *dies of laughter*