it has to stop, and it has to stop now. i don’t know what you’re talking about. | that system that pipes ’scary clown music’ into the bathroom whenever someone is in there. there’s nothing scary about clown music. | i haven’t been able to,.. go,.. for a week now. clown’s are funny! |
all aboard! | huff. huff. huff. huff-a huff-a huff-a huff-a, woooooooo! what are you watching in there? | ok, everybody out! some old gang bang movie i’d forgotten i’d had. wow, they don’t make porn stars like they used to. i didn’t think she’d be able to walk away from that train crash. |
i was quite disappointed to find that the face on mars turned out to be simple tricks of the light. no kidding. | yeah, kind of like how you actually have a face but a trick of the light turns it into a crater pocked, canal fed wasteland. | if you thought mars was the god of war,.... i’m already running! |
i got some cool noise-cancelling headphone buds. wasting your money on stupid gimmicks just to listen to music. that’s so lame. | music? oh, very funny! you know,.. you can be a complete ba,.... click |
have you been sending me blackmail again? | what makes you ask such a preposterous thing? | i received some extremely bizarre pictures of black men having sex...again. oh, that. no, it’s just your early birthday present. |
*whisper* *whisper* *whisper* | tyler...are you praying?? you do know that god doesn’t exist, right? monique, noooo!!! | pop! you know, this is all your fault monique. |
yowser to the red monkey paste! | do i want to know? chilli chocolate frogs and shots of jack daniels. i can see through time. | at least until next wednesday. tard. |