(Wherein we discuss pizza, his try-outs for a solo in choir, and poop.)
rObStEr: i ate too much pizza
sunnyfnday: mmmm pizza
rObStEr: no more talk about it
rObStEr: i didn't get a solo.
sunnyfnday: why not?
rObStEr: i know
rObStEr: seniors did
sunnyfnday: bastard seniors
sunnyfnday: what the fuck they need a solo for anyway?
sunnyfnday: not like they're going to learn anything from it that they can use in their real, grown-up lives
rObStEr: and they all suck
sunnyfnday: well, chin up
sunnyfnday: we both know you're better than those jackasses
rObStEr: honey thank you so much
rObStEr: you know what to say
sunnyfnday: we'll beat them with hockey sticks
rObStEr: see ya later
rObStEr: it's poop time.
rObStEr: is away at 5:26:39 PM.