billybillybilly

Hey!

Fucker!

I miss you. Like a madman.
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Don't use the railing. I accidentally spit on it.

I apologize.
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A text message I sent earlier:

"haha... a baby crapped all over the floor of target on my break. everybody scrambled to clean it up. i wish i had the courage to do that."

(I was talking about the baby, not cleaning it up.)
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Also, I'll totally skull-fuck your neighbor's dog. And you're welcome.