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Posted by FERRANTINO! on January 15, 2001 at 01:02:55:

In Reply to: Wheres the introduction to Ferrantino? posted by Did I miss something somewhere on January 14, 2001 at 21:39:10:

: : : : The man he kneed no introduction laydees and jents to this hear is THE COOLEST CAT FERRANTINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY Ever budy soon Junior he come on this to and all so my prids and joys the bambinas they is come on hear sos me I can say THE HOLE DARN FAM LEE HEAR. Uh VIVA ITALIA

: : : I'm at Half-Price Books trying to decide whether to buy something there or at the mall. I have $500 to spend on myself, so I opt for the mall. It's crowded inside and out and I love that. I see some people I know and I run up to them (yes, run) and say with the greatest possible enthusiasm, "Oh my God, I can't believe it's you! Wow, is this sweet, dude! Where are we going now?" I go with them to an expensive department store and spend all of my money on make-up. Well, all my money except that which went to my new hot pink and "Home Depot" orange horizontally-striped fuzzy angora sweater (one of those with a huge turtle-neck) and matching heels. I'm so happy with my purchases, I decide to hang out a little longer so I can buy some stuff with my credit card, too--and hopefully bump into a lot more people I know, which I do do, and it's great.

: : : I finally go home fully energized. I go to the bathroom, and spend 2 hours doing my hair and applying my new makeup my blind date. I have N'Sync blaring in the background, and I'm dancing around in my heels and hose (I love heels and hose) and nothing else and I don't bump into anything or knock anything over. The phone rings and I'm happy that it's one of my "friends" from the mall and we chat about our purchases for a long time. The doorbell rings, and I go to answer it forgetting how I'm dressed (or remembering and not caring) and giggling as if I'm drunk although I ALWAYS prefer sobriety and am not.

: : : After the UPS guy leaves (he's delivering my karaoke machine that I'll be using for my party tomorrow night), I finish dressing and feel great that I'll get much attention because of my getup. My date picks me up and I'm oozing with confidence and feel very chatty and girlish. He looks like a lifeguard (very tan and body-builderish, with manicured hands, highlighted hair and perfect white teeth). I'm pleased and impressed and know he's "the one" as I peep out the window and watch him walk toward my door.
: : : Blah.

: : : It's already overkill, no need to go on.

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guys, that's what the (NT) disclaimer is for. (NO TEXT) isaac 12:29:08 01/16/01 (0)

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: : : : : The man he kneed no introduction laydees and jents to this hear is THE COOLEST CAT FERRANTINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY Ever budy soon Junior he come on this to and all so my prids and joys the bambinas they is come on hear sos me I can say THE HOLE DARN FAM LEE HEAR. Uh VIVA ITALIA : : : : I'm at Half-Price Books trying to decide whether to buy something there or at the mall. I have $500 to spend on myself, so I opt for the mall. It's crowded inside and out and I love that. I see some people I know and I run up to them (yes, run) and say with the greatest possible enthusiasm, "Oh my God, I can't believe it's you! Wow, is this sweet, dude! Where are we going now?" I go with them to an expensive department store and spend all of my money on make-up. Well, all my money except that which went to my new hot pink and "Home Depot" orange horizontally-striped fuzzy angora sweater (one of those with a huge turtle-neck) and matching heels. I'm so happy with my purchases, I decide to hang out a little longer so I can buy some stuff with my credit card, too--and hopefully bump into a lot more people I know, which I do do, and it's great. : : : : I finally go home fully energized. I go to the bathroom, and spend 2 hours doing my hair and applying my new makeup my blind date. I have N'Sync blaring in the background, and I'm dancing around in my heels and hose (I love heels and hose) and nothing else and I don't bump into anything or knock anything over. The phone rings and I'm happy that it's one of my "friends" from the mall and we chat about our purchases for a long time. The doorbell rings, and I go to answer it forgetting how I'm dressed (or remembering and not caring) and giggling as if I'm drunk although I ALWAYS prefer sobriety and am not. : : : : After the UPS guy leaves (he's delivering my karaoke machine that I'll be using for my party tomorrow night), I finish dressing and feel great that I'll get much attention because of my getup. My date picks me up and I'm oozing with confidence and feel very chatty and girlish. He looks like a lifeguard (very tan and body-builderish, with manicured hands, highlighted hair and perfect white teeth). I'm pleased and impressed and know he's "the one" as I peep out the window and watch him walk toward my door. : : : : Blah. : : : : It's already overkill, no need to go on.

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