[Thursday, February 4th, 2010 - 3:33 AM]
Tommo: harry
Tommo: do you believe in ghosts?
Haz: Yes.
Haz: I didn't realize we would be getting so deep so quickly.
Haz: It's only day two.
Tommo: gross
Haz: You're the one with the filthy mind.
Tommo: yes, and?
Haz: You're so difficult.
Tommo: funny one aren't ya? that's me middle name
Haz: So, you'll tell me your middle name, but not your first?
Tommo: i'll give you a moment to think about that one
Haz: I don't need a moment, I already regret my decisions.
Tommo: oh, hazza
Tommo: you're a disaster
Haz: I'm well aware.
Tommo: you're also distracting me severely
Haz: Not my fault that you can't handle all of THIS.
Tommo: what the everloving hell are you on about, mate
Tommo: just stop while you're ahead
Haz: Title of your sex tape.
Tommo: are you on something today?
Tommo: you know we normal people don't sniff glue, right?
Haz: I don't sniff glue.
Tommo: are you sure about that?
Haz: Yes, drugs are bad.
Tommo: i'm beginning to question the validity of that statement
Haz: Fine, I'll be quiet. Go on then, princess.
Tommo: good
Tommo: no wait what
Tommo: I sent that before-
Tommo: we're gonna pretend that this conversation doesn't exist, got it?
Haz: Mhm.
Tommo: oh, for god's sake
Tommo: ANYWAYS i've heard that 3 AM is devil's hour
Haz: As have I.
Tommo: does that scare you, harry?
Haz: Not as much as your face scares me.
Tommo: you haven't-
Tommo: alright, i basically handed that one to you on a platter
Tommo is typing...
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Tommo is Typing
Short Storya witty story about two idiots who meet over the internet ft. dad jokes
