More Random Musings

As has been previously explained, Boy Blunder and I can't actually hang out too often because the universe simply can't hand so much concentrated sarcasm and curmudgeonly wit. Once again, in the midst of one our online chats, things took a definite turn:

BoT: twelve days left
BB: its like christmas!
BB: twelve days of masochism!
BoT: no, masochism is voluntary
BoT: more like 12 days of prison rape
BB: so let's see how would that go
BB: On the first day of prison rape my true love gave to me...a bar of soap on a long rope...
BoT: on the second day of prison rape, my true love gave me... a pillow to scream into
BoT: never once did my true love give me a bottle of lube
BB: on the third day of prison rape my true love gave to me...three STDs, a pillow to scream into and a bar of soap on a long rope...
BoT: stds should be on day five
BoT: FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE S T DDDDDDDDDDDDs
BB: nono i've got something good for 5
BB: LOL
BB: ok ok 5 STdddds
BB: three thug bitches, a pillow to scream into, and a bar of soap on a long rope....
BoT: nice
BoT: we need to work a shank into it
BoT: oh
BoT: and a pack of cigs
BoT: and toilet merlot!
BB: On the fourth day of prison rape my true love gave to me, four cartons of camels, three thug bitches, a pillow to scream into, and a bar of soap on a long rope
BB: I grow bored of this
BoT: yeah, me too