I don't know how you manage to pester me with the written word, but you've just managed it. Yes, I am reading this, Vince. Do you know where it came from? I just found mine in my overcoat pocket this afternoon, and when I opened it, there your words were.
And what's wrong with capitalisation, eh? Or is that stretch to the shift button too much for your foppish muscles.
Alright, pancake face, don't shout. Type how you want.
I haven't touched your hat. Or indeed any of your multitude of hats. It could have been there for months, knowing you, you have that many to wear. No wonder you're always on at me to buy you Hula Hoops, all your money goes on accessories.
Do you know you can see other people on this thing, it's not just me and you?
Somehow you're managing to piss me off even when you're not in my sight. I have a feeling this mysterious gadget will be more of an annoyance than a help.
you like dancing? I got all these chicks who dance and stuff, and i think you'd fit right in.
Sure we book gigs. you got a show you like to do? The crowd on a thursday are really into that kinky shit. not shit, I mean, they have to go to their own homes if they wanna do all that shitting on each other stuff.
You should come, it's called pardon my french, on Frith street. Check us out, tell the guy on the door you're my girl and he'll let you right on in.
i dunno but they're sending them off with hardly any discretion. who gives presents to a lovesick sea-monster? when i found out who done it, we're gonna have words.
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And what's wrong with capitalisation, eh? Or is that stretch to the shift button too much for your foppish muscles.
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shift? what's that? i cound a caps locK KEY IS THAT BETTER HOWARD?
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I haven't touched your hat. Or indeed any of your multitude of hats. It could have been there for months, knowing you, you have that many to wear. No wonder you're always on at me to buy you Hula Hoops, all your money goes on accessories.
Do you know you can see other people on this thing, it's not just me and you?
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yeah... hey, there's some girls!
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Sure we book gigs. you got a show you like to do? The crowd on a thursday are really into that kinky shit. not shit, I mean, they have to go to their own homes if they wanna do all that shitting on each other stuff.
You should come, it's called pardon my french, on Frith street. Check us out, tell the guy on the door you're my girl and he'll let you right on in.
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i could do a gig but i don't really have a band at the moment. i'm between bands.
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I might not despise you quite so much now.
This lack of ill will towards you will last for about five minutes. Enjoy.
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How's rock stardom treating you these days?
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waiting on the doorstep. you?
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Bit of a mystery on our hands... I might be forced to turn all Poirot.
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