sourpuss.
( sms to: blanderson ) Yeah, that’s right. When i see you I’ll give you a real one too.
( sms to: blanderson ) Oh yeah? What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done recently? Singing Lady Gaga at karaoke night instead of Katy Perry?
( sms to: blanderson ) Bite me dude.
( sms to: blanderson ) Laziness. I so don’t want to move.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) That’d be rude but I’ve come to expect it from you. Especially when you’re Mr. Hungover Grumpy Pants. That finger sticks up so often, I get checked for a nervous tick if I were you.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I don’t think I’ve had it directed at me before so it’s about time it’s my turn.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I do more than karaoke, thank you very much. Our versions of fun are just different. You prefer to face plant into shrubbery. I prefer to make sure the events of my evenings do not end up with me getting tangled in a bush. To each his own.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I guess you could turn your bed into a bath before you try moving. I’d suggest that seeing as how you’re going to be sore as heck after sleeping curled up on cold porcelain all night.
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