IHateDean: I think I got a rash...
IveGotYouBabe: Don't tell me that! *scarred for life*
IHateDean: Damn pole...owie.
IveGotYouBabe: Ha, you danced funny.
IHateDean: I hate you.
IveGotYouBabe: Come on Sammy, that old lady sure liked you! *eye brow wiggle*
IHateDean: That's it. You asked for this...
IveGotYouBabe: For what?
IveGotYouBabe: Sam?...What are you doing!?
IHateDean: Building up suspense. I gave her YOUR number.
IveGotYouBabe: O_O
IHateDean: Victory is sweet. *smirks*
IveGotYouBabe: I burned your clothes.
IHateDean: WHAT!?
IveGotYouBabe: They were FULL of ghosts... *hums innocently*
