I'm drunk as fuck and higher than God, let's have words. 'Kay, first things, Jesus, what is this ghost bullshit you have planned? You get me laid and then HELP FILL HIM WITH GHOSTS. The fuck is wrong with you. Ghosts don't belong in persons, especially not fucking cute people that I'm fucking. God. Dick move, man, not cool at all. Clavo bullshit.
I also gots me some complaints from other tenants. So the German motherfucker is wondering about his kids, he says you should get the fuck back on that. I'm--you know, those are my words. Otherwise he says A+ job, keep it up.
Dude, the blondies are PISSED. Like goddamn. I'm not even touching that, I like having skin and a functional brain, but goddamn. Goddamn. Do NOT get involved in any Will Ferrell movie situation, is all I'm saying.
My lovely pregnant farmgirl is pretty pleased, but she requests she cut it out with planning how to make her use her head to blow shit up. Personally I don't get it. Can you give me that power instead? I'm just saying it's kind of shitty that she doesn't want and I totally do, man, just thinking about it...shivers.
Chuckles wants you to protect the district bulletins? Oh, and don't shoot him. Mostly 'cause Erik and R would flip their shit and he said something about the town being leveled but I wasn't really paying attention to be honest because we were toking up and that guy has like, some seriously sticky icky. But yeah, don't shoot him, lady, he's a cool guy.
My buddy fuckface wants you to know he's a motherfucker who is going to get his teeth slammed through the other side of his face if he doesn't fucking check his stupid ass--hahahaha, nah, he didn't say that. Fuck if I know what he wants, I don't give a shit. Probably a baby to eat or a goat to fuck. Asshole.
Anywhore, that's the state of the union. You can leave messages or whatever here, I'll get the relevant peeps, except fuckface, you just gotta yell for his royal dickishness. Chris out.