Stacy: lmao rotf.
Stacy: yeah, I fear mine is headed that way, too
Brad: Oh great, we're the Stank Siblings. >_<
Brad: Toot Twins
Brad: Fabulous Fart Force
Stacy: LMAO Oh... my ....god
Stacy: *laughing out loud, seriously, and hurting my abs since last night was an abs night at the gym*
Brad: LOL, the DooDoo Duo
Stacy: *leaned to the side and had to release a stinky ass demon*
Stacy: I earned a touché for that one.
Stacy: *leans to the other side to let out it's twin brother*
Brad: I ain't touchin' THAT touché!
Brad: I can just hear Paula walking in there now... "*sniff* What died in here?" "Your dignity."
Stacy: "your teeth"
Brad: "Your insides"
Stacy: "your cramping vagina"
Brad: Ha! ^_^ "Your sobriety"
Stacy: "your chances of snagging a man"
Brad: LOL!!! "Your fashion sense."
Stacy: (pft she never had any to begin with)
Brad: "Bitch, let me tell you what DIDN'T die; that would be a shorter list."
Stacy: LMAO ROTF. TOUCHE! Brad, Touché.