Last time I take HIM drinking

Bastard's a fish. A damn fucking fish. Probably drunk just as much as I did, if not more. Have no fucking clue how we got back to the dorms last night cause I know for a damned fact that we were both not all that sober. And I know from my fuckign headache that we had ourselves a damn good time. I hope you had a fucking great time, you bastard, and next time we go hit a bar, you're going to pay, cause I can't treat your sorry ass all the damn time.

And for the record...I ain't pissed off or anything because violin-boy wasn't there yesterday. He's got fucking better things to do than entertain me. In fact, I got something to say to him...

( screened to the boy scout )