Saarrr, my tum!

My poor little Sar. what this little one has to deal with all day.

"Sar, address this envelope for me pleeease?" Why Sarah? "You're handwritings better and I really need this job."

"Tum-tum whaaaaa. I think it was my dinn. man my stomach lately; I think it's collapsing on me." Well you're probably still have some of that laxative hanging around in there. "No it's just giving up Sar." Change yourunderwear in mcdonalds.

"Sar who sings sycamore tree song?" Haha, Josh Turner.

Sarah I need to leave. I have class in an hour! "No Saaar. You can't leave. I need you here."

The cookie was gross. "Hahahah. I was just going to text you.Why can't my vag be normal for one day!!!"

"Saaaar. Gingham tablecloths. 4 o'clock. Remind me?" Ok Sarah. Don't forget to forward your phone.

Sarah this lady is driving me crazy. I've made twenty changes for her and she's still pissed. "Sar, tell her to suck my vag. Chimp chimp."

"Saaaar, who sings the sycamore tree again?" Sarah! Josh Turner!

"The doc told me it'd be curedwith DayQuil. Fml going home and to bed. The fuckin girls at the office always saying 'go to the doc, do this do that' bullshit waste of my time and money. Crying in my car. And you can tell them every word! Good night!" Just don't overdose on dayquil/nyquil please. I'm forwarding you my phone tomorrow. "Poop!"

"Saaaar, helpppp. my tummy! I can't chimp. I'm not myself." Go chimp Amy Sarah.

"Saaar, I want to know a dirty secret of yours. C'mon, how many men have you slept with? Black, white, mexican?" No Sarah. " Saaaaar pleeeeeassse. " Ok Sarah, I wore purple lingerie last night.

Thank chickens for this little angel of mine. She's hear to keep me in check... plus, I do so dearly making her laugh. spoiled.