you! Wow, I guess I haven’t seen you
since –
Well, yeah. I guess
you could call it ‘that’ date. The date
from hell, huh?
Oh but look, I’m kinda glad I ran into you. I mean, you must have some pretty awful
memories from that night – I mean the way you were crying when I threw you out
and stuff aaaand I just didn’t want to leave it like that without, well –
– without telling you how much blog traffic I got when I posted about it!
I mean, really.
“Impotent crybaby” just got more traffic than anything else I’ve ever
published. And when I put up another
post – you know, about how you said maybe you could get hard if only you could
sniff my trainers – well, wow! I mean,
my blog’s been like, in the top 1000 ever since.
Oh, you must have seen it.
You put up a picture of some – like – total catastrophe, like an
earthquake or something and then you write “But maybe if I can sniff your
smelly trainers, it’ll all be OK?”
Oh my god! Are you
crying again? Hold on, let me get my
phone. I have got to take a photo this time!
Hey come back!
Hey!
And I went running this morning.
You want me to – ?
That’s right. Trainers. Smelly old stinky trainers.
That’s better.
right. How much do you want them? Hmm?
How much? Show me how much you
want them. Because you won’t get them
unless I see those tears flow, asshole.
That’s right. Oh
boy. Youtube fame, here I come.
