let's talk, shithead.

I have something to give you.

In the dirty bar,
At midnight, we forgo Pabst.
Coke drifts like new snow.

These so-called haiku are strangely bemusing, probably due to their lack of essence.

You left a package.

...[PM: Quinten Queen], [PM: Wang Fu Chen]

Hi.

Lucas and me are organising a kind of barbecue on Saturday.

So, feel free to come. I'm not sure what else to put here.

RSVP or something?

DON'T BE MAD!!!!

I feel like I haven't seen you for a while~

I would like to know if anyone is up for a spontaneous spar. I haven't fought in too long and am getting out of shape.

One on one or multiple against me, it matters not. Just say the word.

Holiday seasons are quite noisy nowadays.