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29 April 2009 @ 02:06 pm
Michael J. Fox is literally the most lovable man on earth.  
…yesterday, all day…

Sarah: I’m tagging the entries with the contents. Like, the tag for that is ‘sexual deviance.’ Lol
Justin: Lmao. How’d we get to be so awesome?
Sarah: I think we were born this way. And then when we found each other, it became complete. Justin, you complete me.
Justin: Lmao. You’re the yin to my yang, Sarah. The ketchup to my mustard. The lettuce to my tomato. The turkey to my Swiss cheese.
Thus began the day’s new game…

Justin: YOU’RE LIKE THE VELCRO TO MY… UM… OTHER SIDE OF THE VELCRO, SARAH.
Sarah: YOU’RE THE PEANUT BUTTER TO MY JELLY. YOU’RE THE NAIL TO MY POLISH.
Justin: YOU’RE THE CELL TO MY PHONE
Sarah: YOU’RE THE ZEN TO MY GARDEN
Justin: YOU’RE THE I TO MY POD
Sarah: YOU’RE THE MIRCRO TO MY CHIP
Justin: YOU’RE THE PUMPKIN TO MY PIE
Sarah: YOU’RE THE BACK TO MY PACK
Justin: YOU’RE THE LUNCH TO MY BOX. WITH POWER RANGERS ON IT
Sarah: YOU’RE THE CARE TO MY BEAR
Justin: YOU’RE THE TEENAGE MUTANT TO MY NINJA TURTLES
Sarah: That doesn’t make me sound pretty. =(
Justin: *YOU’RE THE PRETTY TEENAGE MUTANT TO MY NINJA TURTLES?
Sarah: Better. YOU’RE THE CHI TO MY HAIR

Then, through text….
Justin: I WISH I COULD QUIT TRYING TO QUIT QUITING YOU SARAH
Sarah: LMAO WUT
Justin: YOU ARE THE KEY TO MY BOARD
Sarah: YOU ARE THE G.I. TO MY JOE
Justin: YOU ARE THE HUCKLEBERRY TO MY FINN
Sarah: YOU ARE THE GREEN EGGS TO MY HAM
Justin: YOU ARE THE NAPKIN TO MY BBQ
Sarah: YOU ARE THE BINGLEY TO MY JANE
Justin: YOU ARE THE STICKY TO MY NOTE
Sarah: YOU ARE THE PERFECT ACCESSORY TO MY OUTFIT
Justin: YOU ARE THE GREEN TO MY GRASS
Sarah: YOU ARE THE DOOR TO MY KNOB
Justin: YOU ARE THE BRIDGE OVER MY WATER
Sarah: YOU ARE THE SOUND TO MY MUSIC
Sarah: YOU ARE THE WIND TO MY WINGS
Justin: YOU ARE THE CHICKEN OF MY SEA
Sarah: What? Anyway YOU ARE THE LOVING CREATURE TO MY OF THE DEEP
Justin: Lmao. YOU ARE THE STAR TO MY WARS
Sarah: YOU ARE THE STAR TO MY TREK
Justin: YOU ARE THE LARGE GASEOUS NEBULA TO MY BINARY STAR
Sarah: Whoa dude that was deep. YOU ARE THE SCREAMING SPACE HUMAN TO MY BLACK HOLE
Justin: YOU ARE THE CARDIOLOGIST TO MY HEART
Sarah: YOU ARE THE GYNOCOLOGIST TO MY wait…
Justin: Whoa, getting a little personal there. Lmao.
Sarah: Yeah I got carried away.
Sarah: YOU ARE THE BILL TO MY HADER
Justin: YOU ARE THE JEFF TO MY GOLDBLUM
Sarah: Omg what an honour!
Justin: YOU ARE THE SEXUAL TO MY HARRASSMENT
Sarah: YOU ARE THE D TO MY OB
Justin: YOU ARE THE PUNCHER TO MY WORDS
Sarah: YOU ARE THE MICHAEL TO MY SWAIM
Justin: YOU ARE THE HATE TO MY NUMBERS
Sarah: YOU ARE THE GLAD TO MY STONE

Later, that night…

Justin: YOU ARE THE BED TO MY TIME
Sarah: YOU ARE THE PILLOW TO MY CASE
Justin: Oh, you win this round.

VICTORY!


Justin and I at a stoplight...it'd be followed by massive arm flailing, I'm sure.