Hee hee. Aren't we naughty? Or maybe I'm naughtier because I always think the naughty possibility every time. Every time.
At book club, at school today, this boy was telling about a book he'd read, and he got all excited about this part where the boy in the book lost his balls, and I started snickering. Both the librarians had to glare at me. Then, we couldn't look at each other anymore because they wanted to laugh because of naughty me. :hangs head, but not very guiltily, just pretend-like:
I love your icon. Who is that and what is the context?
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Date: 2007-02-13 06:29 am (UTC)At book club, at school today, this boy was telling about a book he'd read, and he got all excited about this part where the boy in the book lost his balls, and I started snickering. Both the librarians had to glare at me. Then, we couldn't look at each other anymore because they wanted to laugh because of naughty me. :hangs head, but not very guiltily, just pretend-like:
I love your icon. Who is that and what is the context?