I should be back around 8ish. Leave the door open. I lost my keys. Don't ask.
Could it have ANYTHING to do with that sexy chick, and her, I quote:
"something [insert grandiloquent move here] powERRRrful [insert the same thing here] FIRE, sAnDRO, FIrE" ?
Or imma just speculating ?
Perhaps, perhaps not. Let's never mention it again.
Sandro. The door.
Godammit.
What. Do you need to go to piss ?
Because I do.
I'm doing it.
Use your keys ?
Oh, right.
I'm coming, dear. <3
Did you ever hear about "NaruSasu", Ambrose ? That is a serious question. I need to know about those thing.
CAN WE TALK ABOUT GAARAxLEE ? LIKE. DUDE.
DUDE.
I drank.
Ambrsoe.
Do you know that i reaaaaalliiyy love this dic of you ?
pic*
the other one too
Go to bed, cabrón.
Actually, if you don't intend to go to bed, do save me some booze.
And we'll talk about your dickpics and your internet travels.
Come to mine maybe ?
I'll save it for later. But you know, I don't fucking want to talk about dickpics anymore. Do you now HOW MUCH i saw it, today ? That. Too much. I prefer yours. Or mine.
Yeah, mine is okay. Come home soon.
I miss your pretty face, mi reinita.
I would assume that you hadn't seen enough to quench your thrist, but I stand surprise.
Care for one more ?
Since you miss me & all.
Ambrose. Next time you do have te meet Roger St Claire, please, pretty please, do tell me in advance. He was not happy talking with me. Anyway. Keep flirting me, (which he didn't) I like it.
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