tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32489094288009595312011-09-28T08:14:30.457-07:00rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14107206782754285581noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-26876082671893982302009-08-20T15:14:00.003-07:002009-08-20T15:15:21.702-07:00"It's time to get our Zac Efr--on."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-2687608267189398230?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley@MarriedLanenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-60183640738098394252009-08-20T15:14:00.001-07:002009-08-20T15:14:49.605-07:00"Have you tried threatening?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-6018364073809839425?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley@MarriedLanenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-33945624875794743822009-04-03T21:59:00.001-07:002009-04-03T21:59:49.379-07:00the back of yo' head is ridikilous.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-3394562487579474382?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley@MarriedLanenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-38328535567847516262009-03-14T12:00:00.000-07:002009-03-14T12:01:29.842-07:00"Ty, you only call Bran 'your husband' when you're saying something negatory."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-3832853556784751626?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ashley@MarriedLanenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-16987574583610359422009-03-11T13:13:00.000-07:002009-03-11T13:16:49.038-07:00"<em>hey</em>, your sheep need to be over <em>there</em>."<br /><br />Ty (in his homossesual voice.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-1698757458361035942?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14107206782754285581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-54568801396540021322009-03-10T22:15:00.001-07:002009-03-11T09:33:39.082-07:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"don't make me lick that fudge off your pants."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-5456880139654002132?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jennifernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248909428800959531.post-16085073305053303042008-09-11T11:50:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:54:08.880-07:00"I'm so pooped and loopy. I'm ploopy."<br /><br />"But, I don't want Nate Wilson to make fun of me."<br /><br />"Don't take it personally if I throw up on your computer."<br /><br />"I took a picture of your Bucer." *wink*<br /><br />"If I threw up on City of God right now, I really don't think I would mind."<br /><br />"Wite teah mahde from a bahby teah leave."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3248909428800959531-1608507330505330304?l=204howardstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14107206782754285581noreply@blogger.com2