Congratulations on your Graduation Sander
2:13 AM
ring.ring.
ring.ring.
ugh… hello?
MIKE D! it’s Sander!
hey Sander… what’s up?
DUDE, I’m here with JACLYN. she wants to mother your CHILD
awesome.
SERIOUSLY. SHE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU, LIKE, EVERY MINUTE.
of course she does.
I mean: EVERY MINUTE
i’m sure. I think I’m going to go back to bed now
Were you SLEEPING!?!?
yup.
Alright MIKE D. You Should go back to BED! Maybe in the morning you’ll forgive this DRUNKEN phone call. WOOO!
bye Sander.
LATER MIKE D!
Wow! Every minute MikeD. I think your marathon training will help you out in that department a ton.
I think that it’ll be more useful running away from Jealous-Jill when she finds out what’s going on.
I don’t think 26.2 miles will be far enough… maybe if you ran onto a plane…
Well, he could always use the ole “runnin’ from a bear” tactic. Run with a friend (or enemy) and have them wear a MikeD-Mask. As you’re running, trip him. You don’t need to run faster than the now-enraged-Jill, just faster than your friend.
I am so not wearing the mask.
Nor I. I just came up with the idea.
That Jill is cunning and wiley. MikeD needs all of our combined thinking just to keep up with her.
Tim, it’s spelled “wily.”
snap
SEE WHAT I MEAN?!
I make one slip, and BAM! The Speak & Spell Mistress of Doom comes out to correct me. Damn you Rodgers!!!
Who’s this chick Jaclyn and why’s she messin’ with Jill’s man?
It’s this tart that we found at the Tower of London last year. Jill tried to behead her, but their battle resulted in a stalemate.
It was something to see.
That sounds like a request for MSPaint if I ever heard one.
I’d show you the picture, but inorder to properly censor it for this website, it would just be a black image.
Totally graphic. Imagine if you combined ‘Girls Gone Wild’, ‘Braveheart’, and ‘A tale of two cities’ in a blender, this is what you’d get. It’s ridiculous what these women do for MikeD.
Oh man…
there’s no censorship at all on my site! let’s post it there!
that’s seriously the first time i’ve heard anyone called a tart.
Well, I only call ladies of that nature “tarts” when it involves anything English.