But...but....you told him he could use your shit because his were tiring and ineffective, man. Come on, now. Lolol.
Hmmmm.
I told him just yesterday on the phone. We were both lying on our backs on our respective beds in our rooms comparing posters we had on our ceilings when he started getting upset about his Lance Bass poster curling on one of the corners. I told him, this is what I said, I said, "MNU, you sound just like a 16 year old high school girl on MySpace." I said, Quit crying and I'll get us both new ones tomorrow."
Lolol. Later, QD.






