If someone keeps calling me by another name I really won't bother correcting them. Unless we're somehow forced to work close together, I simply don't care. I'd just continue to walk past him and ignore it.
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I think most women would do that. Right?

Its nose!!! Look at its nose!!!! D'awww....

No fair, he clearly pressed jump twice. You can see it when his legs kick out again mid air.

These two look so good to together!

Every night in winter.

I kinda wanna go to this highschool....

* Plot Twist*
They move into their own appartment and it happens there, too. Turns out it was the BF the whole time and the poor roommate got pissy towels for no reason at all... :(

Actually that's not true. Anne frank's dad was a publisher and when he found out that Anne was writing a diary he mentioned publication to her. She even adapted parts of her diary with publication in mind. I'm not sure if that means she embelished or if she ommited personal parts, they weren't very clear on that.
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But if you don't count WW2, Anne really didn't use promo.

I want to snuggle it!

I'm not insecure either. I just get hit on a lot and so I think that most guys just want to have sex with me. So when a guy tells me he's interested, I think he's interested in having sex with me and little else. So, yeah there's a long period of time where I just attribute everything he says to a game to get me in bed. And the sad thing is that very few guys ever get through that period, which basically re-affirms to me that my theory is correct.

That may be the most unbelievably ugly thing I ever saw.

Truer words have never been uttered.

I've got the opening to never ending story playing in a loop in my head now. Thanks for that.

Dammit, this is what you get when a bunch of fangirls/boys get together and they start making up crap together. Now I totally ship Google and Yahoo, too. Like I needed another ship...
Not only that, but now I wish they'd turn this idea into an anime or FF or something...

I can only imagine how dramatic it will be when he finally eats it.
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*three months from now*
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He sits in a traffic jam, in tears after the most gruelling day this year. With trembling hands he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a plastic test tube with a single cheeto in it.
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" So... it has finally come to this.." he wispers softly to himself, " just this once... just today... I just need..." The words trail off as he takes out the cheeto. He holds it between thumb and forfinger, feels its texture, watches as it turn the tips of his fingers orange.
He closes his eyes and drowns out the sound of traffic before a soft crunch breaks the silence. A crunch that should have been louder, but after three months of oxidising it's the best the cheeto could do.
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It's disgusting and he hangs his head in misery.

Assassination classroom!