“You all suck.”
“…because someone at Nick’s house should be having sex.”
“I didn’t know you could actually light your farts.”
“There is always bum talk.”
“Yeah, he’s moving in with his boyfriend.”
“I feel oddly whored out.”
“No, no, noooo. Don’t use the poop shovel.”
“Knock, knock, knock. Hello…I’m lonely.”
“So on Wednesday nights, if I just call myself “Megan” I won’t be whored out in the blog world?”
“347? Shit I’d sleep with him for that.”
“It’s ALL about the hits.”
“Ellie–one. Monster Truck–zero.”
“I’m getting my ass kicked tonight…by rubber balls and dogs!”
“Always good to whore it up.”
“Awwww. That makes up for you stealing my beer the first time. NOT the second time.”
“Let’s not light Megan on fire, ok?”
“Were you peeing?”
“Yeah…”
“Did he stick his hand in there….while you were peeing?”
“I don’t think so….”
“I can’t blog facial expressions, so you are gonna have to be more vocal.”