Hey kiddo, got your message. I'm feeling a bit sick, but assuming it doesn't last beyond tomorrow, we can get together. Wednesday night would probably be best, but Tuesday might still be possible.
LOVE, hope you're calmer now, we'll (Or I'LL) kill 'em, someday... you have a reputation to protect, you can't go around, not with titanium baseball bats... Now, me... that's all good and kosher, right? See you tomorrow, sweets!
I'm sorry you have the hiccups...I once read about a man who had them for three years, then they just stopped. I would shoot myself, personally, but at least you're not facing three years of incessant hiccuping, right?
Reputation? What do you mean? Like, I can't hit people with baseball bats because of my reputation? I don't get it. I mean, ignoring the fact I would thoroughly enjoy it, wouldn't it be hot if I beat the shit out of you-know-who with stillettos on? I mean, come on, it's tempting...;) Yeah, Ill bring the bat and you bring the blow torch :) See you! Love, me.
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See you tomorrow, sweets!
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Reputation? What do you mean? Like, I can't hit people with baseball bats because of my reputation? I don't get it. I mean, ignoring the fact I would thoroughly enjoy it, wouldn't it be hot if I beat the shit out of you-know-who with stillettos on? I mean, come on, it's tempting...;)
Yeah, Ill bring the bat and you bring the blow torch :) See you!
Love,
me.
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