tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post5585266481861637353..comments2008-01-19T11:08:09.682-06:00Heidi Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-15383677563534415862008-01-19T11:08:00.000-06:002008-01-19T11:08:00.000-06:00Adam! You scamp you!<BR/> Nathan: you are just jealous:P<BR/> Peter- we already played evil twin last night-remember?Heidi Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-53094545037847113272008-01-18T21:36:00.000-06:002008-01-18T21:36:00.000-06:00Ok, I have a way to put this to rest. You will both sleep with me and...um...well that's all I've got so far.Adam Monroehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558914005002260176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-63633112255665961612008-01-18T21:10:00.000-06:002008-01-18T21:10:00.000-06:00No, it wasn't me. It was Preter. I was busy nursing injured rabbits to health and having sex with some goth girl that died minutes after our love-making ceased.Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03188097309877701212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-45332325624203839162008-01-18T19:31:00.000-06:002008-01-18T19:31:00.000-06:00Trust me-Peter is the one and very real;)Heidi Petrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18024579186785715783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-70440628742458980112008-01-18T19:28:00.000-06:002008-01-18T19:28:00.000-06:00I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I doubt that was the real Peter. He could never get the situation...going knowing that you were once mine. Yep, my little bro loves me more than you do and just couldn't do it.Nathan Petrelli: Bleeding To Deathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04622150567259036822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-86620120391248824732008-01-18T19:22:00.000-06:002008-01-18T19:22:00.000-06:00Omg who is saying "Squee"? Thats my word!<BR/><BR/>Wait...<BR/><BR/>ARE YOU CALLING ME A TRAMP?<BR/><BR/>You're the maybe pregnant one!Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15562386602630712512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-60776637759877384762008-01-18T19:03:00.000-06:002008-01-18T19:03:00.000-06:00What's wrong with being a skank?Adam Monroehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10558914005002260176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-15779343526017980082008-01-18T16:46:00.000-06:002008-01-18T16:46:00.000-06:00That was my evil twin, Preter. He's a skank. He escaped from my basement and he's been sleeping around. I've been trying to catch him for 8 years, but he's one slippery disease-ridden eel of sex.Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03188097309877701212noreply@blogger.com