Bwaha
So... This is what happens when Leah and I listen to pop music in our mod...
Sam: Can I come in?
Me: Sure. So long as you acknowledge that I never want to hear you say that I... want it that way.
Sam: What? There were a lot of pronouns in that sentence.
Me: Yeah, we've been trying to figure out exactly who wants what which way, but no luck.
Leah: This is why I never listen to the lyrics. Just sing along.
Sam: Is this a Burger King commercial?
Me: No, that's I want it my way. Or possibly, we do it your way.
Phil: No, I believe that's have it your way. I know my commercials.. Why are you two listening to the Backstreet Boys?
Sam: Can I come in?
Me: Sure. So long as you acknowledge that I never want to hear you say that I... want it that way.
Sam: What? There were a lot of pronouns in that sentence.
Me: Yeah, we've been trying to figure out exactly who wants what which way, but no luck.
Leah: This is why I never listen to the lyrics. Just sing along.
Sam: Is this a Burger King commercial?
Me: No, that's I want it my way. Or possibly, we do it your way.
Phil: No, I believe that's have it your way. I know my commercials.. Why are you two listening to the Backstreet Boys?
I love Backstreet. Everyone else is cliche, but Backstreet is so special, they don't even have to make sense.
Gothic Author
Not Sam and Phil, just you two ladies.
But damnit, why are you all graduating?
Screw you guys. I'll make new friends. (Note: This is a lie. I'm too shy and simultaneously too insane to make friends. Please, please come back to school next year.)