Months: I'm not that much of a dickhead Josh thanks

Months: I've got commitment issues but I'm not an ass thank you very much

Burrito: alright cool I'll still be flying out

Months: you don't even know where I live

Tidepod: 8 commercial street in blue rainbow apartments

Months: how do I delete somebody else's message

Tylenol: blue rainbow is a dumb name

Months: I know

Peeter: u should change it

Months: ah yeah let me just change the name of an entire establishment that I don't own thank you for the suggestion

Burrito: what floor

Months: 420th

Peeter: haha blaze it

Tidepod: 2nd floor

Months: f u c k stop

Burrito: I'll b flying in at like 10 am ur time you have to come get me

Months: no

Months: I have a job I'm scheduled to work that day

Tylenol: no you don't

Months: who are you to say you've never met me before

Months: you don't know what my schedule is

Tylenol: u told me a few weeks ago.

Tylenol: you get up at 8:30 to go to get coffee down the street. Class at 9 that ends at 9:45. Eat lunch and hang out until class at 1. You're done with the rest of your classes at 5:45. Homework. Dinner. Etc.

Months: and you just memorized it

Tylenol: yeah why not

Months: ?????

Months: I've met you through Skype with Josh like 4 times

Tylenol: those calls lasted for hours and you know it

Peeter: why do you get up at 8:30 you psychopath

Months: I got a class sometimes square up yeah

Peeter: (ง'̀-'́)ง

Tidepod: sorry get over your commitment issues get over yourself

Months: ???

Months: cheers. I'm cured.

Peeter: :0 holy shiT

Peeter: Josh cure me next

Hatrick: cure you of...?

Tidepod: of what

Peeter: my stupidity

Tidepod: Sorry that's a lost cause

Tidepod: Dallon get over your commitment issues

Months: no

Hatrick: tragic

Burrito: f in the chat

Tylenol: f

Hatrick: f

Months: f

Peeter: f

Tidepod: I'm flying over there ready your fists and lock your doors

Months: I have a guard dog

Tidepod: I thought dogs weren't allowed

Months: yeah

Months: and?

Burrito: oh shit he has a dog I'm definitely flying out there I have to pet your dog

Peeter: petting dogs is like such a white person thing

Hatrick: are you trying to tell me that wanting to pet dogs is a racial stereotype in your mind??

Peeter: ywah.

Tylenol: if anybody were to enter Pete's mind they would be shot on sight by his last brain cell trying to protect itself.

Peeter: okay I have at least 4 and they don't have commitment issues like someone's brain cells

Months: at least I have more than four

Burrito: mine have been killing themselves off so I don't have an official count

Tidepod: I have 69 brain cells

Tylenol: I want 420 brain cells

Hatrick: I want new friends