FCT: D --> You will stop talking about this
FCT: D --> I don't have sleeves
FCT: D --> Yes AC: :33 < no CT: D --> And the degrees to which you pollute your precious b100d
FCA: wwhatevver youre doin its not the fuckin gun already
FCA: ok i think i got bigger ships to sink and soon wwhen im gettin hooked
?TG: that is the matter
?TG: but i couldnt wake ya?
?TG: but then it grew on me whatever chance she gets bossy again and commandeers our fly brotimes with more shrill tactical exhortations
You need to wait anyway. Someone's messaging you.