2001-02-27 :: 4:51:53pm
Oh yeah. Puzzleboy emailed me and wants to see me tomorrow. Cue the fucking deer, I mean what the fuck...?
I fart in his general direction.
I don't know what he's thinking, I don't much care at this point, so I say "poo" and only volunteer to see him so I can collect my favorite sneaks from his bedroom floor.