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[snapqueen]

We're filming the video for the second single tommorrow. You better be here at 9am, Stephie. If not I'll find some other bitch to help me.

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[displacedcharm]

Oh please, can't I watch?

[snapqueen]

No.

[displacedcharm]

Damn. I'll have to find something else to do with my day. How droll.

[snapqueen]

You could always spend your day jerking off as usual.

[displacedcharm]

Yeah, but what'll I do for the other 20 hours?

[snapqueen]

We don't want you to have a sprained wrist.

(I wrote a song for you last night. It's called Cock Strain.)

[displacedcharm]

You too? How thoughtful of you. I'm going to have to compile a disc of all the songs that have been made for my from my various song makers. I'm touched.

[snapqueen]

You'll be touched as all hell when you hear it, honey.

[displacedcharm]

Still say I can't come along tomorrow for your sweet little princess on parade shoot?

[snapqueen]

Yeah, I do.

[displacedcharm]

Huh. Guess I'll be jerking off then.

[snapqueen]

Yeah, like you'd be doing something different if I invited you along anyway.

[displacedcharm]

Yeah, but at least that way, I could keep it so it was discreet. It could have been your and I little secret, beautiful.

[snapqueen]

Discreet.

Do you know the meaning of that word?

[displacedcharm]

Sure do, luv, even if it looks like I didn't actually spell the word correctly...