This afternoon's IM conversation:
Nick: K, I'm out like a trouble
Me: like a trouble?
Nick: Bubble, Bubble!
Nick: Like a trout
Nick: Bubble, like a trout
Me: what the fuck are you talking about?
Nick: I;m high
Nick: never mind,
Rhymin' Wreckers - What if cakes were the last lines in really bad poems? Come, my friends. LET US DREAM TOGETHER. *Work anniversary Head of the class A lousy coffee c...