Man, feelings can really get hurt on the internet. I didnt think it was possible. Hurt feelings could be the only reason I could see for the same people to continuously rehash the same tired ass subject ad-nauseum. Anyone want to go back over my betrayal again why youre at it? Let go of the ghost guys.
crossboard drama never gets old.
I still love you though goat.
Quote:Man, feelings can really get hurt on the internet. I didnt think it was possible. Hurt feelings could be the only reason I could see for the same people to continuously rehash the same tired ass subject ad-nauseum. Anyone want to go back over my betrayal again why youre at it? Let go of the ghost guys.
cause it keeps me entertained when im bored at work. dont try and read too deep into it dr. melfi.
Keyser Soze Wrote:Quote:Man, feelings can really get hurt on the internet. I didnt think it was possible. Hurt feelings could be the only reason I could see for the same people to continuously rehash the same tired ass subject ad-nauseum. Anyone want to go back over my betrayal again why youre at it? Let go of the ghost guys.
cause it keeps me entertained when im bored at work. dont try and read too deep into it dr. melfi.
Come on man, I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night.
Quote:I still love you though goat.
and I, you 
Wait, Keyser, are you saying IM a whore, or I was WITH a whore, I need clarification before I respond.
i just know you're thrifty
Cheap Keyser, cheap, you can say it.
Keyser Soze Wrote:Quote:cause it keeps me entertained when im bored at work. dont try and read too deep into it dr. melfi.
((subtext: he needs more attention))
Gooch Wrote:Keyser Soze Wrote:Quote:cause it keeps me entertained when im bored at work. dont try and read too deep into it dr. melfi.
((subtext: he needs more attention))
So, Keyser=Rooner?
i need someone to play with at work, yes.
Ill try to give you the attention you deserve Keyser.
You know youre my priority goat.
Galt & Gooch gave me my 50 bucks worth for this month, you're all saved.
Rooner Wrote:*wipes forehead*
You're under my flag toots, where I go, you go!
My sword is at your becking call sir.