What, am I not good enough to answer your question? 
I love you. There, I said it.
Brad, I'd have to buy a new tent. My last one was destroyed at a party. My friend got so stoned before he got drunk and I had to babysit him. I went into my tent to lay down and he was in there, so I asked if he was ok, and he kept shushing me, and then I heard water hitting the vinyl floor, and realized he was drowning in his own puke. I grabbed him by the back of the neck because I was pissed he was puking in my tent and he projectiled the entire thing, as I threw him out of the tent and I narrowly escaped puke cover. We came back out of the house we stayed in the next morning and the stomach juices ate holes in the tent, and overall ruined it. It was bad.
And also, you won't play slave to my Alexander this time?
Kevin
