I'm a pro at that.
He should buy you the spicy food. It would be unprofessional not to.
The doctor said that I got a fever and should take more spicy food.
That just makes him a target for the thought police.
Lucky
My head is filled with brain.
That's what he said to me. He grabbed my leg and leaned in close. "You know they're not real, right? They're in..." Then he taps my head and says "Here" He smiles and leans back. I felt raped, and kind of felt suicide would be the one true way to clean myself after that.
No, that's not me! The guy in the "NEIGHBOURS" thread, his freinds are all in his head.
All your friends are in your head.
Or Laughing in the abyss.