I was talking on the phone to a guy in a different part of Afghanistan. I've never met him, just this one phone call and we found out that he was deployed to Kosovo with you. He started telling me something about streaking in the quad... I don't know we lost connection, but Kosovo sounds super fun.
The only other time I met someone who knew you was the guy who wanted to talk after the dentist put a round of numbing meds into the nervs on my face instead of my gums. She didn't believe me when I was saying that the stabbing hurt until I couldn't blink with one eye. He probably thought I'd just had a stroke.
There once was a girlly named Jen, who new BLOG posts wrote not often. Her friends cried, "Boo whoo' Oh, What will we do?" So, she posted new things just for them.
Yes, yes its a limerick, which means you have to post something--poetic prophesy can't be wrong ;-)
So...long lost roomie. Are you alive? Just wondering. If you're dead, let me know and I'll try to feed the dogs when I'm in DC next week. ;) If you're alive, you should also let me know and we can hang out or shoot the breeze or dance a jig in the streets or go streaking on the National Mall.
I'm 28 years old and live in Washington D.C. Life is a huge adventure! My goal- to always run hard after God and be the best ambassador for Him that I can. Bring it!
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I met a guy with an arm like that, he gave great hugs.
and really awesome high fives. i mean incredible high fives
like incredably high fives?
Yes. High, high-fives. Jo, your friend gave great side hugs (pastor side hugs) right? I think it is important to specify.
Chandler, I was thinking, are they really awesome if you cant reach them?
If I had a long arm like that I'd use it for good - like pastor side hugs, not evil- like going too high on a high five with the shorties.
On behalf of shorties everywhere I say thanks.
I was talking on the phone to a guy in a different part of Afghanistan. I've never met him, just this one phone call and we found out that he was deployed to Kosovo with you. He started telling me something about streaking in the quad... I don't know we lost connection, but Kosovo sounds super fun.
It wasn't the quad, it was the town center. Kosovo IS super fun- they have great beaches and a rockin' Six Flags- Balkan Adventure Land.
That's cool that you met that guy. What a small world- can't believe he rememberd me.
The only other time I met someone who knew you was the guy who wanted to talk after the dentist put a round of numbing meds into the nervs on my face instead of my gums. She didn't believe me when I was saying that the stabbing hurt until I couldn't blink with one eye. He probably thought I'd just had a stroke.
So, you had a swollen face, couldn't blink, were drooling and then he said "you look just like your sister!" Nice.
jes.
she could probably give really low low-fives too.
jen, new post.
I got nothin'.
hey jen,
I am impressed with the long pauses between your posts. I am no expert at frequently updating it but you crack me up.
i hope things are going well for you.
There once was a girlly named Jen,
who new BLOG posts wrote not often.
Her friends cried, "Boo whoo'
Oh, What will we do?"
So, she posted new things just for them.
Yes, yes its a limerick, which means you have to post something--poetic prophesy can't be wrong ;-)
Jen smells. That is all.
Getupoffathatthing and post something!
Ok. That was funny. I will, I will, it is coming soon. I promise!
this one time i had this friend jen who sometimes posted stuff and then she didn't.
that was kind of a bad story.
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Oooooo...a new post.
Wait, never mind, just a mirage.
Happy Belated Birthday!
So...long lost roomie. Are you alive? Just wondering. If you're dead, let me know and I'll try to feed the dogs when I'm in DC next week. ;) If you're alive, you should also let me know and we can hang out or shoot the breeze or dance a jig in the streets or go streaking on the National Mall.
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