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Carolyn had a pocket full of sunshine, but then she accidently sat on it. 5:57pm

Philip Harmon at 6:07pm October 21
And darkness descended on the land...

Carolyn Molway at 10:21pm October 21
Haha yes, and then we all froze, sorry guys..

Philip Harmon at 10:23pm October 21
And to think, everyone's been going on about these green house gases and such... when all along it was your ass that done sent us into the frozen years!

Carolyn Molway at 10:29pm October 21
It changes lives.

Philip Harmon at 10:32pm October 21
I'm assuming we're talking about your ass and not green house gases or frozen years. But to go with my assumption (which, as you know, makes an ass out of me and you), you should use that fine ass of yours for good, not evil...

Carolyn Molway at 10:38pm October 21
It helps me get jobs and higher tip percentages

Philip Harmon at 10:46pm October 21
Then you are using it for good. So go forth, young Carolyn, and snuff out not the sun, but shake that ass and reap the sweet rewards. The world is your oyster, so shake that booty. (If you could hear me right now, I'm making a "rrrrrrr" cat sound as I snap my fingers in some hipster dufus way that I don't understand but somehow think is cool...

Carolyn Molway at 10:50pm October 21
Ha I'm going to have to before gravity takes hold of it.

Philip Harmon at 10:52pm October 21
let's see... 2007-1987= 20 years old. Think time is on your side, there hot pants...

Philip Harmon at 10:54pm October 21
No wait... shit, its 2008, isn't it? That equals 21 right? Oh, well now you're fucked!

Carolyn Molway at 11:03pm October 21
It's all downhill from here Phil

Philip Harmon at 11:06pm October 21
Ain't it the truth, my dearest. But the good news for you is that at least you won't go bald! Oh yeah, and you're really hot. So, wait, shut the hell up! I'm the one should be crying in my cheerios!

Carolyn Molway at 11:11pm October 21
Ha, Phil, are you just trying to blow sunshine up my ass?

Philip Harmon at 11:15pm October 21
Nicely done! I was hoping we were going to get back to your ass. But of course, being the southern gentleman that I am, I couldn't just go straight back there (man, are there some puns there!!!) But since we're back... why yes, that is exactly what I'm trying to do. Sunshine up your ass. I wouldn't have it any other way (again with the puns)!

Carolyn Molway at 11:17pm October 21
HAHA! Ok this is getting bad, I'm deleting this before my family reads it adios muchacho

Philip Harmon at 11:17pm October 21
adios my dear!

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