Another day, another headache.

Hello?

Great day, right?

Well, sports definitely aren’t my thing..

scottrussel:

Okay, see you then. I’ve uhm.. I’m living with Harvey now.. 

Oh, are you? When did this happen?

Well, hey.

olive—preston:

I’m use to it. It doesn’t really bother me anymore. 

No, I mean, you put up with my shit but you always complain about how much of an ass I am. You really don’t have to talk to me, you know.

Well, sports definitely aren’t my thing..

scottrussel:

Hmm.. Well I guess that could work.

Great. Tomorrow? I’ll come see you after work.

Well, sports definitely aren’t my thing..

scottrussel:

Kyler… you know I can’t cook so.. 

Well, I could always take you out to dinner. Just a thought.

Well, hey.

olive—preston:

Oooh so very hurtful. You should really find something more productive with yourself instead of this horrible attempts in making me feel bad.

I really don’t have anything better to do with my day than to fuck with you. Why do you even bother to put up with my shit?

Well, hey.

olive—preston:

kyler-marsh:

olive—preston:

Not even close, but what else is new?

Considering your lack of friends, not surprised. 

Oh you’re so clever. Considering I hate everyone I’m perfectly fine with no friends.

Oh like you really have a say in the matter of having now friends.

Well, sports definitely aren’t my thing..

scottrussel:

I have a huge bruise to prove it.

Try staying in the kitchen?