Alright, hold up, are you telling me theres a possibility that I could have some nasty dead cat disease?
That’s definitely not what I was saying.
Perhaps we could go before Blaine’s party? I think you underestimate the need I have for BreadstiX.
Woman. I do not. All this talk has got me jonesing for some stix of my own. This is definitely happening. My body is at its readiest. I’ll see you before Blaine’s party.
Why would they do that?
So that kids can learn about their anatomy, Britt. The cats are helping people.
They’re dissecting cats?
Not… well… technically, they’re… um… y..es….
My mom did say I broke loose from the sippy cup from a very early age.
Vintage stuff is so awesome. My mom still keeps this really cool vinyl player that hasn’t been touched in years, but it’s still pretty to look at once we’ve dusted it off. We also have this polaroid camera lying around somewhere too. It’s pretty much the only camera my mom’s ever used, actually.
Well now I’m embarrassed that I was so coordinately inept for as long as I was. Just as I was feeling comfortable about it.
Amen to that. Our moms would get along so well. We’ve got a whole ton of vinyl records hanging around over here if y’all ever want to put that player you have to good use. Especially if you’re 60’s fans. Though my mom might not be totally raring to part with her Albert King, we could probably get it to slide if we move cautiously.
There’s no need to find a plus one when I’ve already found a more than adequate one right here.
I may be biased, but I admire your choices in BreadstiX dates. Just tell me when to be there and I’m your man.
Looks like whatever the damn nerds managed to snatch up recently has projected itself onto me, because yours truly has been locked up in bed ever since the madre caught me hacking up a freaking lung in the bathroom. But it’s whatevs, ‘cos sooner or later I’ll be back to tell you all how awful you and how simply how much hotter I am than you. For now, though, you can deal with Berry attaching herself to Mr. Schue’s leg asking for solos like a hideous, whiny little dog asking for a bone.
I can verify that the only thing going around the Nerd Herd lately has been Rubella. And, allergies—but those aren’t contagious and can merely be attributed to the high pollen rates and the fact that they’ve been dissecting cats in the bio labs the past week. Hopefully your parents aren’t dangerously counterculture hippies and got you vaccinated. Regardless, though. I’ve got some lowbrow remedies for whatever’s got ya afflicted.
Good question. Guess it wouldn’t be.
I always figured these baby blues were irresistible.
If you keep giving them your sugar sweet compliments then they are going to want to adopt you into the family. Then we will have some real trouble in this house.
Say what? I know you not talking ‘bout me.
I missed you too, my darling. Who but you could I call in my moments of insanity? I do believe I went to bed one night actually craving breadsticks. I may need to make a pilgrimage to our favourite little eatery very soon.
I’ll always be here for you through your vehement cravings. I’m basically the baby daddy who goes out to the grocery store at three in the morning to buy nacho supplies for his pregnant wife all the time. However, BreadstiX is way more my style. I hope you’re looking for a plus one.