Dink.

That wouldn't be the first time I was called that.

Imagine our surprise.

And here we go
again.

I don't have a
bottle of gin
to kill tonight,
just Genny
Cream Ale.

'ceptin the Cros' aint here, and I aint sober.

That 5am to
11am bullxit
hurt.

I guess not enough.

Cros wuz here.

He'll verify.

I don't doubt it.

I've been there.
Done that.
Got the frequent flier card.

Fryer.
Of the organ
called the
liver.

Gets old.

But, can't fuckin'
sleep.

I can't sleep sober.
Drunk, I manage to eventually pass out (but then never want to get up).

I pass out,
but can't stay
down long.

Too many revs.

True dat. Four hours a night whether I need it, or not.

My jockey...

Don't encourage him. .

And you let
wether slide?

Fuck you.

Weather would have put him over the edge.

Whether or
not that's
true, come on...

I'm thinkin' of
tryin' ketamine
next, so I may
be able to
sleep.

I'm pretty sure
I'd burn it off.

Don't tell me anything about the weather - I just spent a weekend at airports because of it.

And don't assume I can read your ping pong matches with another forum member for that long before getting bored.

Hi Sixela,

Since Liver and Cros are apparently sleeping and this thread title is now therefore redundant, why don't we play ping pong?

What airports?

Your serve.

I wouldn't count on it. Bored, Moss?

Here I be.

A liter of cheap
red wine and a
couple of hard won
hours sleep later.

Bored or not,
we need our
VI quotient.
Gotta cop some
Waffle tude.

I'm sure that's a relief for Helfrich to know that he has others here to talk to apart from me.

Heard.
Who the fuck
would wanna talk
to you?

'xcept
MySpacers.

Fuckin' losers.

Oh, wait...

Better than My Gap:
myfreepaysite.com

Free porno!

I don't hate you at all, to be honest. You need to work on that.