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[devilsball]

So I'm in New York.

Near, you can stop hiding now. I'm not going to fucking waste my time to find you.

Arcade Fire - song one

Arcade fire - wake up

Rock n Roll suicide - David Bowie

Edit:

Dog Problems.

For Matt, when he stops being an ass.

Comments

[popcornlasers]

Thanks.

[devilsball]

Don't.

[popcornlasers]

Why?

[devilsball]

Just don't.

[popcornlasers]

Fine, whatever.

[devilsball]

Yeah, whatever.

[devilsball]

Hope that fucking hurt, bastard.

[popcornlasers]

Ditto, asshole. Don't make me break out my old GameBoy bricks.

[devilsball]

Didn't hurt at all, you throw like a fucking bitch.

Hope that heel got your freaking eye.

[popcornlasers]

Your aim is worse than a cross-eyed mole's.

I hope you pull something.

[devilsball]

How long did it take you to come up with that one, fucker?

I am going to pull something. Your arm out of it's goddamn socket.

[popcornlasers]

It never takes long to observe what's in front of you.

And I'm gonna strangle you with your own bandages.

[devilsball]

You're obviously not talking from experience, seeing as I didn't even need to sneak in order to knock you on your ass before.

I'd like you to see you fucking try, while you're doing that I'll put all your electronic games out the fucking window.

[popcornlasers]

I was plugged in, that's different and it doesn't count.

You wouldn't fucking dare. I'll throw all your chocolate down the toilet.

[devilsball]

Excuses, Excuses. Plugged in? What the fuck, Matt, you got even geekier than I thought you could.

Oh yeah, I would fucking dare. And then I'll go down stairs and run them over with a truck.

[popcornlasers]

There's nothing wrong with playing videogames. And you were being quiet on purpose.

I'll mistake your lemon juice for you burn salve.