"Do I look fat in this dress?".... "Hey, why don't you sit next to me at lunch?".... "Who's hotter- Mick Jagger or Elton John?".... "How many hemmorhoids do you have? I have six".... "I like chocolate cake. do you?".... "Wanna have a sleepover?"
I swear, man. I spend half my day cleaning out your pm's. What on earth makes me such a magnet for these freaks? ;) PM Box is clean, dude. I'll give you a holler tomorrow.
Hey, it's not my fault Zio looks good in a dress, he made me do it!
Zio, we don't really need to know how many speed bumps you have either! I keep sending those PM's cause I thought you were bored trying to sell life insurance to 90 year olds!
I picture the packed-beyond-maximum-capacity playground at Carls Jr. at lunchtime with all the punching bags, balls, obstacles & absolute mayhem of traffic coming down the twisty slide.