the wasteland’s that are my life
So I finally heard from pat when he sent me a bebo message this afternoon’s. He said some thing that I do’nt understand which was that after all this is over I will have done vinny viddy veecie or something which I guess is frinch.But now my boss is comming over here so I have to go.
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Batt, don’t listen to this man, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Remember what I told you and stay away from him if you know what’s good for you, boy.
And you, Pat, watch your back. Next time I might throw more than a pomegranate, and my aim might be better, bitch.
You don’t scare me, you big hirsute bully–I will hire some strapping gentlemen to handle your hash if need be! The next thing I throw at you will be a restraining order, barbarian!!!
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Oh, you silly little boy. I said “Vidi, vici, veni.” Ha-ha! Translate it yourself, you man-whore.