Q: So you are awfully chatty today. Are you paying attention to someone else?
Junior: Sorry, just don’t have much to say.
Q: Are you deep in thought or something? Do you want me to stop bothering you?
Junior: No, I am just not talkative; that’s all.
Q: No really…that’s fine. No biggie
Junior: I really just don’t have anything to say. Nothing is wrong. I just don’t.
Q: Junior….When do we ever have anything of importance to say? I mean really. Refer to the “jettison out my butt wound” comment from yesterday.
Junior: So I guess it was you who sent me that Old 97’s song, “Question,” right?
Junior: Right!? LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN! Gosh! I have something to say and you don’t even listen to me! I hate you!!
Q: Fuck off, ass. You piece of shit. And I thought you sent that to me.
Junior: Ok, fuck! I have no idea who sent me that damn song. Anyways, I can play it.
Q: On itunes? Me too!!
Junior: Shut up, dick; on the guitar.
Junior: You are so lame!
Q: See, now that is what I like to call a good old fashioned chat session!
Junior: I know! I must have gotten my second wind.
Q: Excellent….because this conversation was seriously lacking.
Junior: Well not anymore, Mofo! Junior let his balls drop! ITS ON! Who wants me on THEIR corporate team!?
Q: I would totally have you on your corporate team. . . not mine, though.
Junior: I would have me on mine, so there!
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