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"I pump, you slap!"- Krista attempts to make a snappy comeback to Gen's insane demands while pumping up an air mattress. To our dismay, it didn't make the air mattress inflate faster.
"Spray Me!"- Bug spray. Personally skeeters aren't my friend. honestly, this isn't even that funny. What were we smoking when I wrote this down?
"I tried penis!"- Dre, Wow. This is an out of context moment. However, It's hilarious, and for all those who dont know.. cannibalism never tasted so good. ;)
"I'll give you half my boobs!"- Megan finds herself being very charitable towards Gen, regarding bust size. With any luck, we'll balance out to be a B. hooray for charity!
"I've got the skillz to pay the billz"- Yes, Krista, I figured you put zeds at the end of both those. And of course, it was all in Krista's magnificent ability to pump it.. Ow Ow.
"They make you work for your candy!"- Gen apparently doesn't suck as well as everyone else. The pixie stick just didn't want to give her any sugar.
"he was my 3rd longest boyfriend"- Gen was talking about time, but as soon as she said it, realized something else crawled into her mind. Whoops. ((i said 'was' but i meant 'is'))
"I wear the glasses in this relationship"- I know Megan said it, but I wasn't really listening, all I know is that glasses became the main source of interest. More of a 'pant optional' relationship.

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