So, Tweek and I are going to have our own party. And it's gonna beat the shit out of Mr. Marsh's. So you all should come to our party instead of his.

Unless you're Cartman. Because Cartman sucks.

Mom and Dad and Ike, I know I haven't been spending a lot of time at home lately but I just wanted to let you know that everything's okay and I'm taking care of myself. I know it's not fair to make you worry, but you just need to understand that all the rules, well, they're just not fun! You're trying to make me be grown-up and I'm just not ready. ( Read more... )

So I've been wanting to talk to you but I haven't been able because it seems like every time I try, we get interrupted.

And now that I've gotten it on paper, I'm not sure where to start.

I like you. That's a start, if anything is.

I know there's a heaven, and there's a hell. Kenny has said as much ( Read more... )

What are you doing? I'm grounded and shut up in my room and all I can think about is your hair and your eyes and your lips and your hips.

Kenny's dead again. And I can lie, again. Wendy's being a bitch, Cartman left me an apologetic voicemail and I saw Tweek in the hall at school today and wanted to ( Read more... )

Hey, this is Kyle. I'm not here right now but leave one and I'll call you back, okay?

(beep)

[OOC: I stole this idea from Momo. IC Contact post. [Text] for texts and [Voicemail] for voicemails. [Email] for emails (because I can reverse steal!)]