Me: this is almos like my doctor's visit... yes, i really did have vikoden... and i really did hate it. it's just wrong!
Cale: Yea... good thing you're off of that crap now
Me: Did you just agree with me?
Cale: No...
Kidnapping Max
Attempt 6.0
I broke my arm.
My arm is broken.
And Cale won't stop poking it!
"Why can't I just heal in peace?"
"Karma"
"Have I ever told you I hate you?"
"Not in the last second"
*poke*
"you're going to die"
*poke*
"Seriously, if this arm gets better, you're dead when I get up"
"Yea, IF!"
*poke… poke… poke… poke*
*shoots with nerf dart of doom*
*rolls on floor*
*shoots again*
"No more!"
"Told you to stop poking me!"
"I won't poke you any more! I swear!"
"Alright… But if you do, I'm shooting you untill you have to be bed ridden like me."
"Fine… Wait, you're not bed ridden."
*death glare*
"ok, ok."
Stupid arm… Stupid pain… Stupid boredom… Although, vikoden is kinda nice. Loopy! Lalalalala! Super crazy! Muahahahahaha!
Attempt 6.1
Daaaaaaamn…
Is that really what I acted like? I officially hate vikoden. Disgusting… Guess that's another reason I'm not ever doing drugs…
Anyway, I'm done with my preaching now… Who texted me when i was behind the bush? Why did they want to talk to me?
... And why the hell am i asking my self all these questions?
I guess I'll find out later.
R&R please