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[buttbaby]

Shit.

That's a good one.

[laserhawk]

I wouldn't bet on it.

Anyway, everything I know about holidays is on TV.

[buttbaby]

[Next message comes a bit later.]

Ugh. It wasn't fucking mistletoe. But it was a good guess.

Holidays are cool if you've got cool people to hang out with.

And the next holiday we've got coming here is probably gonna be a major fuckfest.

[laserhawk]

I think that's every holiday here.

Are you going to make plans?

[buttbaby]

Guessing the local brainwashers are gonna make some for us.

But we should at least meet up and get drunk.

[laserhawk]

I'm down for that.

My ex is here so I don't need an excuse to get shit-faced drunk.

[buttbaby]

Fuck, dude.

Have you talked to him? Or punched him in the dick?

[laserhawk]

No.

Though I threatened to shoot his dick off.

[buttbaby]

Fair.

More than fair, actually. Fuck that guy.

[laserhawk]

Yeah.

[ I loved you. I love you.

dolph wished he had lied. it would be easier. ]

I don't want to think about him anymore.

[buttbaby]

Then booze is a good short-term solution.

Kinda sucks for the long term though. That shit rots brains.

There's also beating the shit out of somebody or getting the shit beat out of you.

[laserhawk]

[ both are options dolph indulged in. none of them made him feel better.

honestly, he's not sure what would. ]

I'll take booze for now.

[buttbaby]

[Chris doubts there's anything that really helps, here. Just distractions.]

Well, whenever you need a booze pal, I'm around.

[laserhawk]

I'll take you up on that.

[buttbaby]

Cool.

It was flowers, by the way. The answer to the riddle. Thanks for the backup, dude.

[laserhawk]

[ close enough then. ]

You're welcome.