My name's Conner Guthrie. Dorky, awkward, movie-loving, did I say dorky? Yup. That's me.
I’ve been to worse. Rice, Texas is worse. You could always trip.
There’s a town named ‘Rice,’ and in TEXAS? Like meat eating capital of the world? I’d expect there be a town called ‘FlankSteak’ before ‘Rice.’
It’s a small little town. like you literally blink once and you are through the entire thing.
I’m surprised Texas didn’t try to kick it out.
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I’ve been to worse. Rice, Texas is worse. You could always trip.
There’s a town named ‘Rice,’ and in TEXAS? Like meat eating capital of the world? I’d expect there be a town called ‘FlankSteak’ before ‘Rice.’
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connerguthrie replied to your post: Lunch will consist of baked chicken, jasmine rice, and steam veggiesThat sounds really good.Come by the inn that what is for lunch
You don’t bleed in my food, I won’t sneeze on you. Deal?
I make no promises. It depends on how many injuries I sustain while working with Steven
Okay, now I’m scared.
I actually just heard someone say “I ate five testicles, you didn’t even get down one.” WHY??!! Why would you say that around lunch time?
connerguthrie replied to your post: Lunch will consist of baked chicken, jasmine rice, and steam veggiesThat sounds really good.Come by the inn that what is for lunch
You don’t bleed in my food, I won’t sneeze on you. Deal?
Yup, that’s how it goes. I say that, and then you give me a jar of mustard and drive off into the sunset.
I drive off into the sunset? Is that alone or will you join me?
I dunno. I’m still waiting for my jar of mustard.
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connerguthrie replied to your post: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
Robotic dinosaurs my man, robotic dinosaurs.Not sure if that’s the stuff of nightmares or if it’s just awesome.
Maybe both.
Well if they were robots you wouldn’t have to worry about them eating you.
Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say to people who stroll up and speak French? The mustard commercial doesn’t lie.
Oh, no. I’ve never been asked that before.
Yup, that’s how it goes. I say that, and then you give me a jar of mustard and drive off into the sunset.
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