Tenth Run - Not among my brightest ideas.

[speeding]

[The writing is pretty sloppy and messy, hastily scribbled]

Ow. Fuck. Ow.

Dear 'Sphere,

Medics? Gonna come down and uh... Yeah. Have some broken fingers.

Note to the interested: don't poke Praise.

Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'll be laughing too when I get painkillers.

Love and kisses,

Your Evil Overlord.

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[fistyguns.livejournal.com]

Dude-whose-got-your-girl.

Nah. My name is enough to leave you shaking in your booties.

[speeding]

Yeah. Maybe if you did.

Okay. Callin' ya Deeno then.

[fistyguns.livejournal.com]

And I dub thee: Douche.