*ring* Him: “You wanna go for lunch?” Me: “Sure”. “Don’t worry, that drink doesn’t make you look gay” *munch, munch, munch* “You look lovely Rachel and nice to see you Nicol” “Yeah, sure, you can see my new iPod” “AAAARRRGGHH!!!” *asshat*

“Thanks, what should I bring? Got it. What do you mean you wanted a round one?” “Good to see you, it’s been a long time. Yes, she seems really nice; good on ya” “Kate, you wanna go for a smoke? Cool.” *Spanky is an asshat! repeat as required* “This was great, thanks for the ride kids”

“Damn it’s hot, should have taken the bus; NO I DON’T HAVE A SMOKE, BUS PASS OR ANY CHANGE!” “Still hot, what the hell? Am I ok? I’m sweating like a pig” “Sweet feathery Moses, is the oven on?! Why is the oven on?” “Say, is that house on fire? That’s a shame… Ooh, esplosions! Neato!” Still hot. “Is my my fly down? Where is my button? Oh, this is just great…”

*holding shorts up* “K, gotta bail, I’m really hot and my shorts keep falling down. Late” “Why don’t you wash yourself freak? Did I miss the last train?” “Shit, you know what that means; the No. 3…” *shudder* *freak* *freak* “No! I didn’t mean to ring the bell! Dammit”

“Why is it so bloody hot in here? It’s almost 3AM and it’s still too damn hot!”