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Dip On the Brain (Round 25)

Nadine is sick. She tried blaming some of these statements on "sick brain" but such a thing does not exist. (I mentioned last week that I am thinking of ending this series. After 6 months of weekly quotes, I've decided that next week will be the last one, although I will continue to share hilarious things she & others say in a non-scheduled format)



her: I'm like an old lady. I blame low estrogen. My brain goes through menopause.


her: I hate big parties and clubs and I'm broke. But I like... making dip!


her: I'm gonna prove to you that I'm a grown up too.
me: How?
her: By copying you.


her: Can I have a clap-on, clap-off TV, please? Matthew, this is great, but...


her: It's stupid, because vampires are COLD and they SPARKLE and those are deal-breakers for me.


her: Can we just eat dip forever? I'll go on a dip diet. And get so fat. Its essentially a mayonnaise diet. Which has egg in it. That's good for you.


her: It's like I'm a reality TV show and don't even notice the cameras!
(when I read back some of these quotes, and she didn't remember them)


her: What kind of spam is this!? "Big penis like girl?" Isn't it insulting to tell a guy he has a penis like a girl?


her: Does anybody listen to OKGo or do we just watch their videos?


her: If you eat the onion dip, you need some gum too.
me: Not like I'm going to be kissing anybody.
her: Yes, but it's always nice to tempt...
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  1. Thom3:26 AM

    Aww, I will muchly miss the scheduled Nadine quotes... well as long as they don't stop altogether I'll be fine.

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