2020-11-14 - Two Men Texting All Night, Saying Nothing

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : WAFFLETACOS!

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : FUCKING HANGOVERS!

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Sorry, man, just, I got very friendly with several bottles of Chilean wine last night.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫¯_(ツ)_/¯

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : No man, WAFFLETACOS! If you are hungover, you need a waffletaco. If you are drunk you need a waffletaco. If you are high, you defiantly need a waffletaco!

Everyone needs a fried booze infused ice cream stuffed waffle. Alexander and I are going to pitch it to Easton. It will be all the rave. We will be rich. You will see!

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : That sounds so damn good.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Now I wanna invest in waffletacos.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I KNOW! Alexander and I came up with it. You know, he isn't such a bad guy for....what do you call a guy that shoves his nose into everything?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Private dick? Not so private dick? Nosy dick?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Not to be confused with tacowaffles, which we think is the name of some form of VD or something.

Just a dick? I don't know.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I need to show this to Vic. She will go to town on it.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I like him. He's a nice guy. I owe him an apology. He got caught in the cross-fire of me and Gina being too fucking high for social filters yesterday. Everyone's zoned out of their minds. Have you noticed? I keep saying all the things I shouldn't say. And I text the wrong bloody people. This IS Seth, right? I'm not talking to the chief of police promising me brownies again, right? Though now I want brownies.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Vic going to town on your taco sounds like you need to borrow one of Rosencrantz' hot little dresses, dude.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Ohhh...we can add a brownie onto the waffletaco....

Yeah, it's Seth, and yeah...I don't think I have been this high in...hell, never? I don't tend to do this shit...not that I did it willingly.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : ...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, me either. Invisible guy who keeps his mouth shut and minds his own business? Doesn't want to get drunk or high and tell people all the shit he should just keep bottled right up? Yep, that's me.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I don't think it would be Vic going to town on my taco...unless it is a waffletaco. Wrong piping for that...lol.

You? Fuck man, you have been chatty since I've known you....maybe NOT personal STUFF, BUT CHATTY

Opps, damn caps lock

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You can talk like you got paid per minute and not SAY much, you know? I'm good at that

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Like, make a living from hustling people kinds of good

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, yeah...true that. You are such a BAD MAN Ravn....sobad.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, right

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Remind me of that next time you push me on my ass in a boxing ring, will you? Maybe it'll repair my ego a little

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Everyday your hustling....lol

Hey, there are worse skill to have, or better. Fuck, whichever one makes sense.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : So, why all the wine?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : And what happened with Gina? She is the standoffish one, right?1

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Not wrong, dude. About hustling, every day. Anyway. Because why the hell not. Got into an argument with Clayton and Castro, then my boss' girlfriend casually informs me that my boss might feel a little infringed on because she sort of accidentally told half the town she wanted to sleep with me some weeks back, and oh hey, he might be a little miffed about that. Decided that yesterday could go fuck itself sideways, and gave this stupid high some handholds in a bottle.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah, she is. Look, she's okay. Just the kind of chick who knows exactly where to prod a man to get him to hurt, and she gets off on doing it. So I should stay the hell away from her when I'm so blown out on my mind on green cloud that my social filters are a joke.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Argument bout what? And Bennie (right) wants to bone you? And told everyone? What in the world possessed her to do that?! How do you accidentally say "I want to bone this guy!" Thart would be like me into the Twofer on Karakoe night and singing I want your sex to Vic or something equally as stupid. I mean, she has to know Easton isn't going to take that well. Not that I didn't think they had an open thing in the first place, because I did...but they have this whole he has a husband thing I just don't get.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : WANTED. Past tense. Before Easton got back from hell. Very much past tense. And hell if I know, I wasn't part of that conversation.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm not sure either. I think it's some kind of dream joke? I know a gay guy who keeps referring to this chick as his wife, too. And his boyfriend calls her his wife too.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : AAHhhhhh. Then what the hell does he care? I mean, he wasn't around and she thought he was dead or something. And hell, why is he mad at YOU? What, just because you are good looking? FFS, grow a pair and don't be so insecure.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I got nothing. Way I hear it everyone is fuckin everyone anyway...but I am sure that is just exaggeration

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Oh man, there's nothing between Bennie and me. Never was. Might have been, MAYBE, except, this is ME. I don't notice these things until somebody starts getting undressed in front of me. And then I get out of there. I don't think he's mad at me. She said he might feel like, some stupid need to out-macho me. Which is a contest that should be over in about 30 seconds but hey, maybe at least it'll be funny. I should bring a measuring tape.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Nah, bring a yardstick.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Heh, no, that's Gray Harbor all right. Half this town really is fucking the other half. Or have been, or wants to be.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : People get started on you for real with that yet? Or is it still "just" Vic we're shipping you with?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I must be on the wrong side of town...lol. And no offence, but to me you are the most harmless guy out there. Can't even get a hug withouth it being uncomfortable.

Just? WTF? Vic is more than enough woman. You have no idea...lol

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm perfectly okay with 'most harmless guy'. Skinny nerdboy, that's me.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Someone told me it's a thing here. Fresh meat? Everyone gets a poke. I got tied in with like... Huh... Bennie, Vic, Rosencrantz, Maggi Gyre, several other people, for a while. Gives people something to talk about when they're bored, figure out who the new guy is boinking and who's going to be upset about it. Think word's gotten out by now that I don't actually TOUCH people, though.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Seth, no offence, but she climbed into my bed naked. I know very well how much woman she is.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : (I'm never going to stop ribbing her about it)

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Touche. I bow down to you sir. Ribbed for her pleasure? LOL.

She is so going to nutpunch me, isn't she?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : She'll do that and make you beg her to do it again, I suspect.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, you're probably right. I'm a sucker for strong women.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Hey, you're both decent people. Got an understanding for the shit the other one's dealing with. Go for it, worst that can happen is you figure out that naw, it didn't work.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Also? Don't bloody take relationship advice from a guy like me. I have no idea what I'm talking about.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You only think that could be the worst...lol. Worst would be you never see one of us again...lol.

You're not wrong about an understanding though. Maybe I'll ask her over for a WAFFLETACO!

...

I wonder if I should be offended about not getting the 'welcome wagon' treatment. DO I smell?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Might have been the celebrity chef stuff. Not sure. Some folks said it's just how it is here so I assume they'll get around to you next. If they don't? Go on doing whatever you're doing, being accused of roofie-ing people or wanting to break up relationships is kinda overrated.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Also, you better damn well ask ME over for WAFFLETACO.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, I can see how that might be a big problem.

I'll throw a waffletaco party. We gotta test this shit out, right? Prototyping and all that.

The original prototype ended up in my belly. Eggo folded over ice ceam drizzled with port, Balieys and Kalua. I didn't get around to the beer batter flash fry, or the flambe in cognac yet. Thats v .20

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : (Maybe when this weed haze, whatever it is, has settled. I'm not sure I trust my mouth around people lately. It's like my brain has set everything to ALL FILTERS OFF and gone straight into LET'S SEE HOW MANY OF 'EM WE CAN PISS OFF TODAY mode).

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Oh god now I want flambe anything

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I KNOW RIGHT?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You know how I always say I used to fix shit by just getting on the next greyhound out of town, right

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I feel like when this week is over, I need to get off this CONTINENT.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah...don't do that. I think I'd might miss ya.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Am not. Got a job here, got friends here. But I may have to eat some humble pie, apologise to some people.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ... And keep the funny pics people send to me by mistake.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : That's the worst.

Did people send you noods? Oh please tell me you got some embarassing noods....

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I got Rosencrantz in a short red dress but it doesn't really count since he wore that thing to a public Halloween event thing and half the town has seen it.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Got one off a friend to his wife for which I am probably grateful it's from the waist and UP though.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : So far that sounds boring, man. I am dissapoint.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Please don't fix it. No offence, my big Irish man, but you're a little too male for me.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I can send you a nude of my girlfriend if you like.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I would never send you an unsolicited dick pic. What do you think I am? A neanderthal?

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(TXT to Seth) Ravn : [cellphone snapshot of something with a lot of black fur except for a patch of naked white skin where fur is beginning to grow back in]

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Hey, I'll send you dick picks.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : [portrait of Richard Nixon]

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Aww, she's hairy. How cute.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Ack! Not that Dick. That Dick was a dick!

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Hey, she berates me for serving the wrong food, wants all the bed to herself, hates it when I bring friends home, never leaves a note when she goes out and expects me to pay all the bills. She's a girlfriend.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : ...

I can't argue with that.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : (The shaved patch is because I had her spayed)

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well, at least you don't have to worry about getting her pregnant. Wise choice.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : (Don't try this with Vic)

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Are you kidding? I value my life.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You realise that watching yachters walk up to ogle Vic's rack is my hobby, right?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Best benefit of working at the Twofer, seeing what she does to people like that.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well, it is a nice rack. I'd ogle too, but see above.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Protip: Ask her permission first.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, I am sure that wouldn't be awkward at all. "Hey Vic, can I stare at your chest?" Nope, not creepy. <<Eyeroll emoji>>

I'll just have to sneak glances when she is preoccupied like everyone else.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Maybe work in a 'so, wanna go for coffee' first somewhere.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Oh, you mean in the like dateing kind of way. That makes more sense.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Probably has better survivability prospects.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Hell, you got the free show! I might be jealous.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Never tell me the odds.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : OK Han

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Whose scruffy lookin'. Han was the man.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Screw Jedis. Scoundrel all the way.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You know, I'm never going to stop teasing her about that. Because it was funny as hell. But also? I don't want to think of her that way. So, you know, besides me teasing her silly? No reason to be jealous.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Herd all the nerfs, my man.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : That...sounds dirty.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Good, then I haven't lost my touch entirely.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : LOL

I don't think you can ever loose that kind of skill

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : So...tell me about being a hustler. How did you get into that?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Heh. I was ten. My father threatened me that he'd sell me to a circus if I ran away again. So I ran away with one. And another. And one after that. Later on, it seemed the natural thing to do -- fall in with the carnies, the tramps and the Romas. My kind of people.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : How'd you get into breaking people's kneecaps?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : shrug I was asked? Felix needed a bouncer he could trust when he took over the Firefly, so he asked. I wasn't doing anything of importance at the time, so I figured why not. I don't mind the bouncing, but I actually kind of enjoy the lighting tech aspect I got into because of it.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Think that's how it is a lot? You get dragged into things because someone asks. I have a criminal record. Just, not one that matters because the law doesn't apply to kids whose father can afford good lawyers. Nothing major -- some car thefts, some wallet lifting, bit of vandalism. I felt very edgy when I was a teen.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah. I mean it wasn't something I ever expected to be doing, but it is how I ended up. I wouldn't have chosen this but it is what it is.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : What did you want to be doing, Irish Man? Is it too late to go and do it?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : If I have learned one thing, it is never too late for anything. But I never really had a career choice in mind, I always kind of floated from one odd job to the next. No set goal to strive for, so it is what it is.

Iron Man?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Same. I mean, I got my Ph.D. Then I quit before somebody decided I should be a professor next. Figure I'll go home some day and take over the family business but it doesn't feel like ME. Hey, we should get drunk sometime, figure out what we want to be when we grow up.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You seem like the professor type. You're smart.

Drunk could be fun...wait, didn't we already do that? With Maggi...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yes, but while we acquired epic hangovers we never did find out what we want to do when we grow up. And I probably will be. Some day. If I ever decide I can stand being in a classroom again.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : At least you have a vision for the future.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Not really. I have -- obligations. Things people expect from me. In Denmark.

You'll notice how fucking far away from Denmark I am at the moment.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I've never been to Denmark. What is it like?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Climate's not very different from here. Less forest. More fields. Flatter. But, you know, same kind of general area. It's an okay place to live. Lots of history. SO MUCH FUCKING HISTORY. Which is not really all that fucking great when you see ghosts.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : God, do yourself a favour, Irish, stop me before I get started on ranting about Denmark.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : What is it Eddie Izzard says about history in America. "That building, over there was built FIFTY years ago..."

All I know about Europe is that is where the history comes from....lol.

I don't mind, I doubt I will ever make it Denmark, so might as well hear it.

Wait. You see ghosts? Like all the time?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Well, they have to be there in order for me to see them. And I don't think I see them if they don't want to be seen. But yes -- I grew up in a house from the 1500s. Where no one ever bloody well just stayed dead. They never DID anything. Just fucks with your head a bit, growing up talking to people no one else can see.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I mean, I suppose int he grand scheme of things if you just see them it might not be that bad? Could be worse if they did stuff, like poltergeists or something. I'd rather sixth sense than poltergeist...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : That's how I usually describe it. Like, I'm the kid from Sixth Sense. They didn't do anything. Except convince my entire family I was crazy and needed therapy.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : At least your family cared enough to do that? Mine just shipped me off to my cousin's place every break.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You think anyone in this town who has this fucking shine thing ISN'T broken somehow? Clayton was talking about his toys coming alive and trying to eat him when he was a kid, I mean, ffs.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : True enough. I guess that makes sense. My childhood was normal compared to that for sure.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : MY childhood was normal compared to that, and I grew up in a manor full of ghosts. Clayton and a couple of other folks around here... Man, have you met Bax? Purple haired skater kid? He got locked up in an asylum on the WRONG SIDE.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : No, I can't say I have. Honestly, I don't really know that many people.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Think you know most people I know. Except a few. Let's fix that. You need to meet Bax. He's this kid with purple hair who wants to be a space librarian. Skates. I don't understand half of what he says but he's always so fucking POSITIVE. And his partner -- British guy, so posh and sharp you think you're gonna cut your hand shaking his, owns the Patisserie in Main Street. Let's go eat everything there sometime. I'm gonna need to buy new clothes if this cloud doesn't GO AWAY soon. Even my cat is getting fat.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Just don't eat the cat.

I almost said that much dirtier...lol.

Eat all the carbs? Sure, why not. It will give me a reason to go to the gym

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : WIN

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Also

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : [Captain America meme: I got that reference]

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Goddamnit Irish, I want your taco.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I bet you did. Lol. Wasn't hard to figure out.

Yeah, my taco brings all the boys to the yard.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : GROAN.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You started it.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : That is my story and I am sticking to it

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Let's go to the gym later. Beat the shit out of something. Eat everything. Be stupid. I need to macho up, right? Need to get ready for that yardstick and that dick measuring contest?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : [gif of really scrawny cartoon twig person flexing non-existent biceps]

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I forget, whose dick am I measuring again?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Oh, right...it is you measuring against Easton

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ...

Not sure how to translate this. Svesken på disken, mand!

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Whichever one's on the table, dude. Measure away. Anyone feel macho, whip it out.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well, let's get you butch.

WTF, Like I know gibberish!

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Hey man, I'm secure in my place in things. I don't need to know what kind of baby arm you are packing, man.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah. Me. Butchest guy in Gray Harbor. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I mean, Seth, it's so fucking RIDICULOUS.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I'll ask Vic, she got first hand knowledge from what I have been told.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ... Look, I don't actually want to know what Easton's packing. Straight guy here. VERY straight.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : The ridiculous part is that anyone would feel threatened by something that never fucking happened and never was gonna happen. I just want to forget the whole damned thing.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I caught a glimpse, I didn't have a choice. I don't recall anything abnormal...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT MY BOSS' DICK WHILE I AM WORKING OK

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Dude, so just tell him that. I mean FFS, it isn't like you asked to be a wanted man. It's his own girlfriend he needs to be upset with if anyone.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Polish kielbasa with an apple on the end

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : No one needs to be upset wi

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm going to kill you.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : No, not really...but you are going to think it everytime now.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You are a dead man to me, Seth Monaghan.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : So, no drinks then?

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Tell you what, I'll give you a free shot at the gym

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Why the hell not, I see ghosts anyway, might as well drink with yours.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Hey, I do have something to say...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : If it's BOO I'm gonna kill you twice.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : No matter what, you will always have a leg up on Easton.

Thank you. I will be here all week.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : THRICE.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Bwahahahaha

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Only, the third time he might HELP me if he hears that one.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well, there you go. I just gave you a get out of jail free card. You can redirect his ire towards me.

But you have to admit it was a good one.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You're such a fucking troll, Irish.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Makes me want to actually turn up at that fancy club of yours, see how you handle rich entitled assholes.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You should sometime. But it really isn't as exciting as it sounds. 99% of the time I am just standing there.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : So like me teaching.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Ha! I would assume that you at least talk or something though

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Not if I can fucking avoid it, that's why I gave it up

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : You got fifty bored nineteen-year-olds in an auditorium doodling on their textbooks, wishing they were anywhere else, each one thinking you gave them a shitty grade out of some personal vendetta

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : And people wonder why I like cleaning tables at the Twofer.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, i'd rather not. I think you made a better career choice.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I want something salty. I need pretzels or something.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Stupid magical high. Going to make me gain a pound or two

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Hey, maybe I'll be normal weight when it's all over.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Pump you up. Or plump you up?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : If you threaten to eat me next I am making taco jokes at you for a month.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Heck no, not my type.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : To stringy

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Thank god.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I also prefer tacos to kilbasa. I thought that was established.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : ...

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm either too high or not high ENOUGH

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm at the point I did solo karaoke in the shower

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Neighbours probably think I'm insane. Maybe they like old Danish pop hits.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Lol. What, are you belting out ABBA or something?

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : That's fucking SWEDISH, Irish

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : music link

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Christ, like I know thefucking difference. FFS.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : I still can see you bopping around singing Dancing Queen. And now I know the true meaning of horror.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Oh god. If I ever do. Please shoot me.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : With a camera maybe.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I will hunt you down and I will make you EAT that camera.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I got chased by paparazzi for two months. I'm GOOD at screaming at them by now.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : You could TRY, string bean. All I would to do is flick an earlobe....

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I fucking hate you.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, yeah. I can tell. So much hate.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Yeah. True. I don't actually hate you, Irish. What I hate is being like that.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Yeah, no shit. I can't imagine. No joke, I'm sorry you have to live like that.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Don't want to go down the self pity road. Too high. Can I go back to just hating you now.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Sure, hate away. Kilbasa with an apple dude. And I hear he is a grower.

That should do the trick.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : I'm not even sure what to say here. I mean, dude, you're obsessed about my boss' dick.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Well, you know, what can I say. It was a thing of beauty.

(TXT to Seth) Ravn : Somehow not sorry I missed it. DUDE. Let's stop measuring other people's hardware and go punch things. I want to punch things. And then eat things. And then punch things some more. Come punch things with me.

(TXT to Ravn) Seth : Ok, now I am starting to wierd myself out with the jokes. It is a good time to stop. I'll be there in 20.