Oh. That Kind of Day.

Do you know what kind of day it has been?  The kind of day where I went to pull up my shirt because it was falling down and I punched myself in the face.
 
THAT KIND OF DAY.

Sarah Loves Going to the Hospital

SARAH: So...I might have sprained my ankle.
SARAH: Ask me how.
KATE: Sarahhhhhhh
KATE: How?
SARAH: My toes got tangled up in my ipod wire that connects the pod to my computer
KATE: Oh dear.
SARAH: and I tripped.
SARAH: I was running because my toast dinged and I wanted it.
KATE: Of course.
KATE: I will be home in a few hours. Try not to die before then.
SARAH: I can't make any promises.
SARAH: I have to go to the store yet,
SARAH: I could die there.
KATE: Please don't.

Now Taking Wagers for the Wedding Pool, Part I

BJ: Everything you do on the internet fills me with dread. Also, I am not FAILMEATS. 'Cause I don't know what the hell that is.
BJ: Unless that means "Awesome." In that case, I am.
SARAH: Yu are the meats of fail. *you
BJ: Hahahaha! Something about shoddy spelling turns your TERRIBLE AND EVIL SLANDER into comedy gold!
SARAH: Kind of like your face every day. And your haircut.
BJ: HOLD ON I'M WORKING GOD
SARAH: NO I WILL NOT HOLD ON. YOU ARE FAIL, BJ.
SARAH: ABSOLUTE FAIL ALL THE TIME EVERYDAY.