I think Mr. Diva is going to quit his job at Wal*Mart to become a truck driver. I bought him Big Mutha Truckers for Christmas and he can't quit playing it. Think I'm kidding? He went to bed at 5:30 this morning. Yeah, see I was serious.
And while I realize that being a trucker in real life probably isn't anything quite like what we've experienced on our quest to get Ma out of jail -bribing jurors, surviving alien attacks and dodging highway patrol along the way - I bet some of the characters in the game aren't too far from real life. And strangely that intrigues both of us.
I'm also wondering if it's a sure sign of mental illness if I have considered having plastic surgery on my ears so that the frickin' ear buds that came with my MP3 player will fit in my ears. I must have deformed ears! Oh, they'll fit in Mr. Diva's ears fine, Mr. Diva who thinks an MP3 player is the most ridiculous thing to own in the universe, but me they won't fit. If I just had the plastic surgeon reconstruct the cartilage in my ears . . .
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Are we going to do this again???
Hell, we've had a year to sit and think.
We should be able to come up with something!
I'm ready!
Jenn's ready!
Let's roll!
The words for Round 22 are as follows...
In no particular order...
Smell
Velvet
Midnight
Candles
Message
Angry
Come on and play.
I want to be a big mutha trucker too. real estate sucks during the holidays!
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