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completely incomplete.
Hey sleep, it’s me. bobafred.
I know we’ve never been great friends, but we did have something special there for awhile. Something happened recently, though, and now we don’t get along.
But, I’m totally willing to compromise. Let’s just say you come back and allow me like 6 hours a night and in return you can make me have bad dreams about people I hate and wake me a couple times. Sound good?
Let’s talk.
Love,
bobafred
Comments
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Dear Sleep,
You should re-read my post. I’m willing to compromise. We both win.
And pictures of Louis might cause nightmares.
Go to hell,
bobafred -
Rum&Coke
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 09:19:39 am
Hey bobafred,
I hear you’ve been having some issues with Sleep. He’s my bitch. You want to get some rest? Hang with me for the night… I’ll get the job done for ya.
Drink up,
Rum & Coke -
Sup Rum & Coke,
I know we’re down. Never doubted that for a second.
So, I like your ideas about us hanging. Yeah, so if you’re not busy tonight, maybe we could watch a DVD or something. Call me.
You’re number 1,
bobafred -
I am here if you need me. When combined with my left red tiger hand “Rum”, and my right yellow tiger hand “Coke”, my blue tiger left leg “Ice”, my green tiger right leg “Lime” I make a pretty mean ass sleeping machine.
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Sleep
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 10:53:34 am
Bobafred,
What is up with telling me to go to hell? You SAID I could give you nightmares, but the moment I offer a comprimise, you completely shoot it down and insult me.
Don’t forget - *I* am Sleep, and even if Rum&Coke and I have had good times in the past - them calling me their bitch changes that. Drink all you want, as long as I go unappeased there will be no rest for you.
So, I am offering a counter suggestion. Either, you leave pictures of Louis OR you have sex with a woman. You pick - but I am not providing either that part is up to you.
Sternly yours,
Sleep -
Russian Porn
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 11:11:47 am
Don’t talk to me about friendship. We used to be tight but now you’ve abandoned me. I’ve got a compromise - give up your friends and stay in at night and maybe I can send the mafia round to take care of sleep. Russian mafia.
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All Women Everywhere
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 12:49:32 pm
Dear bobafred,
Better leave pictures of Louis. As you know, we have instilled a moratorium against you.
Good luck,
All Women Everywhere -
If you actually get some real conversation going on with sleep, please, send him/her my way when you are done; we’ve never had a stable relationship either.
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Sleep
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 01:13:27 pm
duane,
That’s because I hate the gays.
Sleep
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wow. this kinda took off.
it should be noted that my views on people’s lives are NOT aligned with sleep’s.
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sleep doesn’t hate the gays… in fact, it spreads gay dreams to many, many people that would like to deny it. That to me, is spreading the love.
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Sleep
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 01:47:02 pm
duane,
I only spread gay dreams to the people I hate.
Sleep
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Have you people not heard of drugs? Let me spell it out for you: S O N A T A
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Sleep
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 07:10:02 pm
Dear Ming,
Fake sleep is not real sleep, and therefore is like prostituting your brain for a few hours. Why not start a healthy Heroin addiction, because you pass out from that too…
By the way, a Minger in England, is a really ugly person.
Spitefully yours,
Sleep
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i’m tired of this.
comments = off.
Sleep
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 07:52:04 am
Dear Bobafred,
The simple fact is, I am mad at you. You always just want things from me and I never get anything in return. Friendship is supposed to work both ways, not just one giving the other everything all the time. Tell you what, you print out pictures of your friend Louis and put them on the pillow next to you, and I will let you sleep. Even with nice dreams and everything.
No really, I promise.
Love,
Sleep