April 2009
Erm. (adapted from actual conversation, i.e. not...
Me: What's wrong?
Dave: I think a pedophile was hitting on me at Hannaford.
Me: Uhm, what?
Dave: He looked familiar, so when he struck up conversation, I played along. But now...I'm not so sure I knew him.
Me: And?
Dave: .....I gave him my phone number.
Me: Whaaaaaat?
Dave: If he calls, you're telling him he has the wrong number.
It's true. You got me.
Rachel: http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/iheartar/Pics%20of%20Me/05a642c3.jpg
Mar: i was telling jamie about that the other day
Rachel: lol, what?
Mar: the squirrel
Rachel: dude, I told you about that?
Mar: yes!!
Mar: we concluded that you must be a disney princess
rawr.
Dave: imagine doing a spacewalk and a velociraptor floats by you
Rachel Boughton: in space
Rachel Boughton: no one can hear you scream
Dave: houston, we have a dinosaur