∞ IC Contact

[designedtoparty]

Phone Call ∞ Voice Mail ∞ Text Message


Hey, man! How's it going?

[Paaaaaauuuuuse. Just to let you start talking. Five seconds later he cuts in, sounding a little smug.]

No, wait. Sorry. I'm going to have to stop you there.

Nathan's not answering his phone right now, so you're getting his voice mail instead. He's probably off having a nice shag somewhere. Or... well, okay, probably just a wank, but you never know. If you know where he is, you're more than welcome to join him. If you don't, you can leave him a message. He might try and get back to you at some point.

Comments

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[designedtoparty]

Whatever, man. Just call me when you're over it. If I still feel impaled I'll just get high first.

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[adamantined]

if it's that bad then you should go to the hospital where they might actually be able to do something about it.

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[designedtoparty]

Fuck that. The one doctor I have spoken to is a total cunt. It gets too bad, I'll jump off the nearest building. Plus side of immortality is its an easy fix.

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[adamantined]

one bad doctor doesn't mean the hospital is stocked with them, and knocking yourself out with alcohol or painkillers would leave a lot less of a mess.

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[designedtoparty]

Which is why I'm sticking with the booze and painkillers unless it gets worse.

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[adamantined]

as long as i don't have to hear someone had to scrape you off the pavement

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[designedtoparty]

Well, hey. Maybe I'll try something new. Like hanging. Or drowning. Drowning's a good one.