Day one: Trepidation.

[davemnavarro]

With the schedule that I've been keeping, it's a wonder I can find fifteen minutes to sit down and do anything but chew on my thumb. It's madness. Pure madness, this pace I'm moving on. The show is garnishing decent ratings and Camp Freddy picks up momentum everyday, but that leaves little time to be Dave and not the guy with half a dozen titles on

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[jordis_unga]

I want to hear you admit that you love the fucking insanity, and that you miss me like hell.

[davemnavarro]

What're you going to do to me when I do? It was a shame that you had to go, but I don't make the rules. I would've kept you around.

[jordis_unga]

Mmm... I might have some black leather handcuffs and a cat o nine with your name on them.

Of course you would have. We'll make some kickass music together.

[davemnavarro]

Well, Jordis, I never thought I'd say this, but you're beginning to frighten me.

[g_gershon]

Haha, oh my god. Hi there.

[davemnavarro]

Ah, it's the main mystifier herself. How are you, Hot Lips?

[g_gershon]

You're such a dick. I'm totally thrilled that you're here, obviously.

[davemnavarro]

You ought to watch out loud you say that, honey. People might think that's not really a pencil in your pocket and you are that happy to see me.

[hudson_slash]

Wooowwww, Dave, we have almost the exact same credentials. Except I'm not a reality TV type of guy.

[davemnavarro]

Leave me a hobby, man and resist that urge to muscle me out of my reality tv paychecks. Living with Slash does have a ring to it.

[leitch]

Since you asked, can we fuck?

[davemnavarro]

As soon as you get back, we'll discuss positions.