Hey Waldo - who the hell are you? I hate to sound like an old grouch but why the hell am I looking for you, I don't even know you.. You've never called on a weeknight to be like "Hey, what's up man? you up for shooting the breeze tonight?" You never invited me over to "vent".. what the hell bra - you know what, it's time to take a stand, i'm not falling for it anymore - come to think of it, I don't even want to hang out with you.. what's with the french-travelers get up son? Hey - heres an idea.. try a different shirt or something.. you know maybe mix it up a bit.. asshole..PS. I will never look for you ever again, don't bother trying to get me back..
sidenote: maybe try staying in one place for more than one page.. you know maybe settle down with a wife and a family, unless your not into that (not that theres anything wrong with that..).
Love Always,
Tim Keating
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