A bit melodramatic, mate, but t’at about sums it up.
I see about zero melodrama here, Ryan, this is all very serious business.
I’ve got the worst headache and the feeling is equally as horrible as knowing that tomorrow is Monday.
I fell down the stairs, almost died, got about four bruises and got made fun of by you. You have to suffer for all the right reasons, my lovely friend.
And pluhus, you’re dramatising your near death experience.
No more dildo fights for you. For one whole month.
But those are my favourite. I don’t see how because you can’t own up to your flaws I have to suffer for it.
But, Dereeeek. I didn’t do anything anything wrong. I almost died today, and you still manage to crack jokes here? I thought we were closer than that.
But you didn’t, so I don’t see reason to dwell on it.
I..— what’s that supposed to mean? Your humour is lame and your jokes old, Derek. If there is anyone to blame on this fail, then it must be you. You, you, you, you, you, you.
Man, you should really work on your bedside manners, Cass. Just because my jokes are lame don’t mean they’re completely out of all reason, you really gotta learn to man up to your mistakes eventually also, not just other’s.
How can you forget to use your lungs? Don’t they, like, work on their own?
Oh look, Derek made a funny. Ha-ha. But does anyone get this complex humour? No, they do not!
Falling down the stairs should be on ‘A Thousand Ways To Die’ if it hasn’t been already. I just fell down them and I swear my life flashed before my eyes. I might still be a live but I was pretty close to death and that’s all that matters here.
I swear, one day you’re just gonna forget how to use your lungs and die that way.
Let’s talk about how perfect Demi Lovato’s new album is, shall we?
At 1 am, we really shan’t.