Baby Killer: you know stromboli?
Baby Killer: the italian food?
Me: yea
Baby Killer: they call it strombaby....and after dipping it in marinara sauce, you violently chew and tear at it....while saying: TIME TO EAT THE BABY
BK: and I didnt make that one up
Me: =-O
Me: =-O
BK: yup
Me: =-O
Me: I think you've tramatized me
BK: hahahahaha
BK: how skilled of me
Me: haha..um..sometimes my friends...uh...have dinner parties
BK: OH NO! DINNER PARTIES!
BK: ANYTHING BUT THOSE~!
Me: I KNOW
Me: AND WE GET DRESSED UP
Me: hahahahaha
Me: and that was only one time
Me: sometimes we set off fireworks....
Me: but its Canada so its legal
BK: wow
BK: how sad
Me: ok so we don't eat babies---WHATEVER
BK: you dont know what you're missing
Me: yea...well...I'm not a sabreur
Me: luckily for me
Me: so I don't eat babies
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Me: a sabreur thinks that a group of baby eating people are good people
Me: while an epeeist....does eat babies
Me: DOESN'T
BK: nope
BK: you were right in the first place
BK: you said it yourself
Me: I do not eat babies
BK: how do you know
BK: what do you do when you sleep? are you SURE you dont eat babies?
Me: well...that is a good question...
Me: except...that its not...
Me: also...sometimes I think perhaps my roommate would notice
BK: nope
Me: and wake me up saying "Kelly! you're eating babies again!"
BK: shhhhhhhhhh
BK: its possible
Me: I just asked my roommate
Me: she says I don't eat babies in my sleep
BK: yes you do
BK: I saw you once...I was out in the quad for a walk
BK: and saw you gnawing on a baby foot
BK: it was sadistic
Me: but I wasn't in my sleep!
BK: yes it was
BK: eyes closed
BK: mumbling with moutfuls of mutalated flesh
BK: it was terrible, Kelly....terrible
Me: ohhhh well...you know how it is
Me: sometimes I forget
BK: mmm
Me: but how did I make it back up the stairs in my sleep while dripping baby guts?
Me: that's gotta be impressive
BK: ate every last bit
Me: you got to get me some credit there


...oh well, at least I'm not a sabrist!!!!....