self-indulgently hippy April 10, 2008

A: What’s up, Party Boy
B: eh?
A: Nothing
B: oh
A: There’s a DJ out here who goes by that name, Party Boy
A: Plays a game each night, ‘What’s in Party Boy’s pants.’ The premise is funnier than the show.
B: err
B: yeah. i can only imagine.
A: You seem to be in a sour mood
B: work is killing [...]