Dudes, there are things in the universe that create a noise that no one really hears... Maybe it's a ripple in time or the fabric of the universe itself, being fluffed over a freshly made bunk bed? Or maybe it's the little creatures living inside of your iPhone, tiptoeing into your soul as you purchase the rare VOL. II book you were wanting from Amazon? Perhaps it's ME, walking past you on the street, locking eyes and imagining myself tickling you until you pee a little? Later, we share a laugh as we clean up the mess you've made of your Anne Klien pant suit. Surely it seems like you should hear it, but we simply cannot. Here are some Computer Death Texts from another anonymous fuck party that is my Friday night?
*Christian, I blurred out your name as to keep you safe from internet predators.
*Catie, I also blurred out your name as to keep you safe from internet predators.
**Kevin and Finn, I hope you both get physically assaulted in your bathing suit areas by internet predators, What are you drinking? You need to stop and go to church!
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