me: hey pervert.
Her: hey fuckface
me: what are you doing, lsoer?
oops... LOSER. excuse me
Her: sending some emails to 11 year old boys. hoping to get a spot on
"to catch a predator."
"to catch a predator."
what are you doing?
me: how's that workin out?
i'm doing the same, only 11 year old girls.
Her: it's not.
me: i'm going to wear my band's t-shirt when i show up so i get some
free promo.
free promo.
Her: ha
that's a great idea.
then you'll probably get a spot on american idol, too, i bet
me: it kind of is, actually... like...
you know how the dudes always show up with a box of condoms
and some booze...
and some booze...
Her: yeah
me: and then they're like, "I WAS JUST COMING OVER TO TELL
HER NOT TO EVER FUCK OLDER MEN ON THE INTERNET,
I SWEAR!!!" ....
HER NOT TO EVER FUCK OLDER MEN ON THE INTERNET,
I SWEAR!!!" ....
well...
i'll show up with a bag full of cds, and t-shirts, and stickers
and shit, and a book on saving yourself for marrriage.
and shit, and a book on saving yourself for marrriage.
Her: it'll work perfectly.
you're a genius.
me: i dont see how it couldn't work perfectly.
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