This popsicle stand is
...because if I called you "friends", you'd probably sic the cops on me or something.
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This is as much for your privacy as for mine.
Yes, you probably do know me.
A little bar in Tahiti.
Or maybe it was Chinatown.
No, I am not the father of your child.
I'm not his mother, either.
Her mother. Sorry.
Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.
Kon is Love.
Do not bend, crinkle, or otherwise mutilate this journal.
What is said in this journal, stays in this journal.
Even the really crappy grammar and spelling.
It's kind of like Las Vegas that way.
Feel free to get married by Elvis or some shit like that.
People who copy and paste filtered entries will make Orihime cry.
And then Tatsuki will beat you up.
Or maybe a bunch of flower-themed fairies.
Kinda depends on where in the series you are.
Bouncy bouncy bouncy does anybody read these things anyway?
No, I'm not stalking you.
I'm serious about that one.
Please don't hit me! I have a clotting disorder! And a rare bloodtype! And spongy flesh!