There is a waiting period in almost everything in life.
And there is certainly one in making, and eating, a poptart.
So I post this post in two minutes. When I hear the toaster ding, I will stop saying whatever I'm saying and type "DING" and that will be the end.
So this morning I have Hebrew School. I will go to hebrew s
DING.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
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bonjourno
first to comment, lest someone is to beat me to it.
i got gmail
i am crazy.chi.girl
yuppo.
bye
MR. PANTS EATS POPTARTS!!!!!
u are OBSESSED with poptarts
What's up with the pop-tarts? What's the big deal?
No, Angie, Tim doesn't eat poptarts.
You should just change the name of this blog to "Poptarts. Oh, and other stuff too." I mean, that's ALL you talk about. Sheez...
I'm about to have a milkshake. They're better than stupid poptarts.
yo- fyi anonymous- Mr. Pants is SAM, and Sam DOES eat poptarts. SHOW YOURSELF ANONYMOUS!!!!!
well, actually, i'd say that us commenters talk about poptarts a lot more than the poster. I think they're kinda gross, personally, but that's just me.
good job today, sam :-) you're a crazy good pianist.
WUPS,
sorry bout that
poptarts ROCK my SOCKS.
just like "wicked"
and my new custom converses.
so there.
just fyi about the title: i was helping my neighbor with some crafts and spilled two little jars of those powdery sparkles all over me. they don't have any glou, yet they WON"T COME OFF!!
FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ding.
ding ding
DING DING DING
DENNIS QUAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
--ALI (WHO IS SPAZZING RITE NOW ON ACCOUNT OF DENNIS QUAID!!!!!!!)
that took you two minutes to wright?
um wow.
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