What? Could someone tell me...where's me shirt? Uh, the fuck?
Um...so on a scale of 1 to 10, how fucked am I?
Lav,
Er, just don't listen to any of the rumors flying about, love. I'll talk to you soon.
Dean,
Where are ya? I couldn't find you this morning when I woke up. I've got the worst headache imaginable and you know I rarely get hung over. It was just a game right? You're not freaked out are ya?
And if I need to apologize to anyone, then I'm sorry.