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Um, we may have, and if not, let just be best friends anyway. Because the last time I traveled from New York home to San Diego I sent other people pictures during my layover. It seemed the most natural thing in the world.

My mother would assume that all your presents are the best then. That liberal, atheist, mother of mine LOVES her some Jimmy Johnson.

You and your airport partner, if you are lucky enough to have one, spot people who look less than desirable and assign them to the other's team. It is best if you make up ridiculous names for them and the other person has to figure out who it is base on your descriptors. You can't point at someone, put you can call a

I had a split second where I thought, "People who prefer late adolescence? Well, that's sort of a creepster thing, but... OH NOPE! That's Ephebophilia. This guy is talking about 11-14 year-olds, not barely legals."

Me: "Girl on the far right, who's under dressed."

A Swedish friend told me that the story really loses something in the English translation, that the descriptions of her stuff seems way skeevier.

They apparently do well in Southern California, so maybe I can convince my mom to grow one. Or maybe I will have to move home to Southern California so that I can plant one.

Hearted for Terry Pratchett love.

I work a Kwanzaa event every year, and as a super-duper-northern-european-southern-states kind of girl, I felt a little nervous going into it the first year. But I quickly learned that it was super fantastic, and I wanted to participate. Candles! Feasting! Libations! And I whole heatedly agree with the principles of

But frankincense is my all time favorite smell! I obviously need to plant one of these trees asap.

I suspect there was some sort of coups d'état. There is no way that Simply Having didn't make it into the top two, much less win.

Couldn't find a stripper shoe cake. Will you take a planter instead?

Now playing

I am so excited that I can post this! My roommate just made this amazing epilogue for Christmas Shoes.

Oh good lord.

That's because great minds think alike.

Chat Roulette aside, and I don't think kids are giving out personal info there.

Also, these kids grew up with the internet, and the concept of internet predators. We thought it was funny.

Obviously it's because teenagers don't go to MSN chat anymore, does anyone remember that? It was terrifying. Actually, on that note, do chat rooms exist anymore at all?

That is the most unthinkable punishment I have ever heard. Also, after studying the lyrics, I will have to vote for Christmas Shoes.