Bruh, did you really call Rubini?
I don't have his number, but if you're going to count looking at myself in the mirror and saying his name out loud three times, I've only done that twice. Last year. I wasn't drunk. I just wanted to see what would happen.
Recommended. That being said, I fail to understand why the comings and goings of my nine cellhones, two iPhones, an upgraded Speak & Spell, and seventy-four Google Accounts are of any concern of yours. How dare you, Sir? How absolutely dare you? Can't you just get a warrant or a writ or something like a normal person or something? This is an abject disgrace.
... for you. Time of my life over here, Toots.
ZUGZWANG. You know, I've read about this in books. One guy in a house, another guy in a sniper's nest... like, seriously, this shit is practically cut out of pure cardboard.
How did anyone not see this coming? I was afraid my top secret ultimate disaster plan would never get the cobwebs shaken off of it. Silly me.
Look who decided to come back.
Hi, Mom!!!