(Scene: Late night listening to music for baby-makin’ songs. )
H: If you need baby-makin’ songs with instructions (“take off your clothes”, etc.), then you shouldn’t be having sex.
(Scene: Late night listening to music for baby-makin’ songs. )
H: If you need baby-makin’ songs with instructions (“take off your clothes”, etc.), then you shouldn’t be having sex.
(H’s note: I’m pretty sure she wrote this on my facebook wall WHEN I WAS ON AIM just so I’d have it verbatim for tsd. I would have thwarted her plan but it’s too good to pass up.)
T: The main character in my homework reading is named Jonas. I didn’t give it a second thought until I had to write it at which point I thought, “Jonas is a very good first name. I’ll keep that in mind.” Then I realized that was impossible because no one wants to be named Jonas Jonas.
T: (“The Boys are Back” dance scene) combined everything I like about boys and musicals.
H: You like junkyards?
T: Just a greasy, sweaty boy…plus Zac Efron.
T: The greatest joy in my life is waking up every morning and looking at Joe Jonas.
IM, Sunday night:
H: hi
T actually sang these lyrics to “Look At Me, I’m Sandra Dee”:
Look at me, I’m Tiffany
Lousy with virginity
Won’t go to bed ’til I’m legally wed
I can’t; I’m Tiffany
Watch it! Hey I’m Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won’t come across,
Even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day
I don’t drink (no)
Or swear (no)
I don’t straighten my hair (eew)
I get ill from one cigarette (coughs on teddy bear)
(cough, cough, cough)
Keep your filthy paws (picks up bear)
Off my silky draws
Would you pull that crap with Annette? (throws bear down)
As for you Kevin Jonas, (sings at poster behind her)
I know what you wanna do
You got your crust
I’m no object of lust
I’m just plain Tiffany
Chris Brown, Chris Brown, let me be! (sings at poster next to her)
Keep your pelvis close to me!
Just keep your cool
Now your starting to drool
Hey Fongool (gestures to poster of guy from Hannah Montana), I’m Tiffany!
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H’s note: I have video…will sell to highest bidder
H: We need to tag more things with “balls.”
T: I’m fucking Tomy Romo right now.
(pause)
T: Hey Carrie Underwood, how do you like them apples?
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H’s note: This only goes in the “cute boys” category because of a subjective opinion. Because he is not cute. At all.
M: Covert lunches to avoid the penis hungry…on the next Montel.