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| Our friendship began with a mere incident that involed a car and a parking lot. I , wait this is Jess, was driving like I do and this person in the car said hey let's go and I was like okay and so I backed out and I went to do a u-turn and there was obviously no room, but I found that out too late.Then this freaky passeneger yelled "OH MY FREAKIN HOLINESS , THERE'S A CAR" and we were stuck, no really stuck in the parking lot, I know it sounds like it could never happen but it did!
Okay this is Adrienne speaking. DUDE you have no idea how petrefied i was sitting in that car. It was the scariest moment of my life. No No that's not true, once when we went to Disneyland I was forcefuly dared to give our phone numbers to these cute guys who were selling those glow in the neckla ces. So I did. And what happened next, only GOD knows why I freaked out so muchly. I ran back to Jess, my savior, and said "RUN, DONT THINK JUST RUN!" I even gave her the 'scared' look, goes a little something like... "eeeek" The Bee Story by Jess, there was a day , like really there was, and 2 freaks were at a pizza place and we were obviously eating. duh, pizza. Yeah so we were eating and there was a sudden attack of bees. I got frightened, and I got up and tried to throw my tray of food away because I mean who likes bee infected food? So while I tried to throw the food away only, but the tray went with it due to the fact that the bees were trying to kill my hand. I asked Adrienne if I should retrieve it, but she said, and quite frankly I might add, "No, no just leave it." The Last And Final Chapter... (for now) told by Adrienne, the cheese of writing. Okay i'll make this one good. One time I was talking to my friend about my therapist. Her name is Bob, well, not really, but that's what we'll call her for now because I really dont feel like being sued at the moment. Right, I might as well get this out in the open, but I am a confused and troubled child. My therapist told me that all my problems could be solved if only I would join a cult, but then I realized that she was part of the infamouse Young Life Cult. Heaven Forbid I join anything that has to do with religion. Of course my dearest friend Jess came to my aid. She convinced me that I should instead join the Awesomists. The awesomists are a group of intellegent entreprenuers who start their own web sites hoping that people will visit it, but no one does. *young life is not really a cult, it's a cool christian youth group :) |
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