[Voice]

[shockheadedpete]

[Backdated to some ungodly hour this morning: the time of insomniacs, drunks, and booty-calls. This was probably meant to be private. But it isn't.]

Hey Jannie. I was just thinkin', since I got all this time off, if you wanted to do somethin', we could do, y'know, anythin'. Whatever. Whatever you wanted to do. With me

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[enigmaestro]

My, my. The couch potato Romeo strikes again.

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[shockheadedpete]

What?

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[enigmaestro]

Sorry, should I refrain from literary references in your esteemed presence?

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[shockheadedpete]

You know I'd like well enough if you refrained from existin' at all, Eddie.

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[doubleoohbaby]

Someone is sounding more than a little desperate.

[voice]

[shockheadedpete]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. I should get them Net Flicks.

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[doubleoohbaby]

They do late night booy-calls on that now? I must remember to sign up.

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[shockheadedpete]

What're you even talkin' about?

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[youmakemesmall]

I didn't think anyone else would be awake at this hour. My sleep schedule is shot to hell anyway, but. How did you manage to get time off? I thought they had you handcuffed to the desk?

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[shockheadedpete]

Hey.

Yeah, I don't sleep when I don't...do anythin'. Uh. I got sarcastic at Maza over somethin' an' got suspended. It's nothin'.

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[youmakemesmall]

For how long??

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[shockheadedpete]

'Couple days. I figger 'til Monday.

[theprimerprime]

[Facepallllllm.]

Pete. Learn to filter.

[shockheadedpete]

I know how to filter just fine.

[theprimerprime]

Then do it. The network doesn't need to hear about your love life.

[shockheadedpete]

Hmph. What love life.

[gentlemancrook]

Lord alive, man, there are children on this bulletin.

[shockheadedpete]

Chilidren know there's nothin' on TV!

[gentlemancrook]

That other, more sordid insinuation of yours is rather more pressing, I should think.

[shockheadedpete]

What?