Ooo, He’s Snotty. I Like Him Already.

(as She Entered The Main Room, Syn Turned Around In His Chair And Almost Fell Out Of It As He Scanned Her Body. He Cleared His Throat And Cut An Appreciative Look To Nykyrian.) Dayum…woman Be Hot. (syn)

Where Are The Cops When You Need Them? (nick) Probably Eating Beignets. As The Old Saying Goes, When Seconds Count, The Police Are Just Minutes Away. (caleb)

For The Record, We’re Not Friends. (stryker) For The Record, I Don’t Care. (savitar)

Lydia: Strange How You Always Remember The Pain Someone Gave You, But Seldom The Hurt You Caused Them.

Well, Then, If I Admit I Know Who You Are And Really Couldn’t Care Less Will That Assuage Your Damaged Manhood Enough That We Can Get Past This And Move On To Something That Ends With Your Giving Me A Sandwich? (leta)