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She's That Kind of Girl, Folks (Round 22)*

Two preamble thoughts:
a) I was going to save some of these for future weeks that are lacking, but I just couldn't choose which ones to pull. They're all soooooooo good.
b) I've decided that Nadine is like Sleep Talkin' Man, except she says outrageous things when she is awake and uses less profanity. Also, there are fewer talking animals. 

That is all.
(Here are the last twenty-one weeks.)

her: I'm trying to play Lexulous and it's stressing me out.

her: Are you not participating in my pity party???

her: I don't want spells on my underwear.

her: If I didn't have a body...It would be much cheaper to live.

her: Remember when I said I was going to get up and brush my teeth? Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...didn't really mean it.

her: It's not like, oh crap, I'm in an unhappy marriage because my mother WILLED it.

her: Is that a sign of being a grown-up? Paying for the dentist instead of going to a Hanson concert?

her: If not, I'll pull out my Rob Ford face.
me: What's your Rob Ford face look like?
her: It looks like two middle fingers!

her: Have a....have a day? Try to have a good day.
me: I will...I mean, who doesn't love this voice?
her: You should call all your guy friends and leave messages for them. But don't tell them who it is.
me: Yeah, cause caller ID won't give that away...

her: Parents don't use condoms! Condoms are for one-night stands!

her: My parents made sure I wasn't too popular by dressing me in Christian T-shirts.

her boy: Know how you become rich?
her: Get a boob job and marry a boy bander?

her: He may be homeless, but he's no bum!

her: I would mortgage my house for a belt!

her: I didn't know I was the drinker in this relationship!

her: I don't wait for people when it's Christmas.

her: Ok, I'm going to put on pants that stay up. Because that's the kind of girl I am.

*allusion to the last quote, and allusion to this song by DC Talk...


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