Me: **randomly says...** Where Did the Party Go?

Friend: Where?

Me: To a Hotel in New York City.

Friend: That's far. How?

Me: By The Cab and an Angel With a Shotgun.

Friend: Sounds dangerous.

Me: **shakes head** But they had 21 Pilots with Jet Pack Blues.

Friend: **confused** How does that help?

Me: Well, they Love The Way They Hurt each other. It's Irresistible.

Friend: They sound creepy. **shivers**

Me: **shakes head** No, they sound like My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark.

Fried: **scratches head** What does that sound like?

Me: **smiles evilly turning on music and singing along**

#Payback for When Your Friend Calls Out Random Names.

#Patrick, I will find you.

#I already know where you are.

#I didn't meant it. I'm not a stalker......

#Not yet, anyway.... ;-)