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How we read it.
dontcallmedavey replied to your post: David is probably the only person I know who has slept with more people and can drink more then me. Kudos to you man! And David and Neil need to fuck already, tape it and sell that shit. It would sell like hot cakes. I’d buy two copies. Not gonna lie.
Two copies you say?
dontcallmedavey replied to your post: I hate him. He’s a dick. A fucking asshole. And he needs kissing lessons. Desperately. As a light tech, he’s shit. Go away. You make work difficult.
Hi, Neil.
neilbeforethestagemanager replied to your post: David is probably the only person I know who has slept with more people and can drink more then me. Kudos to you man! And David and Neil need to fuck already, tape it and sell that shit. It would sell like hot cakes. I’d buy two copies. Not gonna lie.
No.
Well, it is a party in my honor. Figured I ought to make an appearance.
I'm ashamed. Now is when you come back from social death. So much gossip I must've missed...
dontcallmedavey started following you
Finally joining the party?
Imagine, if you will- a desert. Buried in that desert is a woman. That woman has been there for thirty years. That woman's vagina is full of sand and old crusty vagina-cheese-juices, half-decomposed already. Imagine rotting zombie dicks inside of that vagina, while both of which are being eaten by sexually frustrated palmetto bugs. That's basically Dave.
Haven't met the guy, but I've heard he's an alcoholic whore. We should definitely meet.
I hate him. He's a dick. A fucking asshole. And he needs kissing lessons. Desperately. As a light tech, he's shit. Go away. You make work difficult.
David is probably the only person I know who has slept with more people and can drink more then me. Kudos to you man! And David and Neil need to fuck already, tape it and sell that shit. It would sell like hot cakes. I'd buy two copies. Not gonna lie.
Rich off?
Right here, very close to NYU's wonderful little campus, we have two of the world's richest youths.
Steve Stark: heir to StarkCorp, age 20.
StarkCorp is a multi-billion dollar corporation that's known as a major global industrial power, having been around since the mid-19 century. It's the world leader in the development of munitions, its corporate office located on the United States' west coast. Within the last thirty years, StarkCorp has branched out (quickly so,) into other scientific fields including aeronautics, robotics, micro-technology and fringe science.
Ryder Trevena: heir to Trevena Enterprises, age 23.
Trevena Enterprises was founded in the beginning of the industrial revolution, late in the eighteenth century. Since then, it has grown to become one of the world's top ten multinational conglomerates, basing itself in London, England, always having been headed by a male member of the Trevena Family. Nowadays, Trevena Enterprises continues to achieve excellence across a wide range of industry sectors and markets, employing some 170,000 people in 170 countries
Now, what does this mean for our city? Two powerful boys- not yet men, who're they kidding (sometimes Armani suits just don't make up for your age, kiddos,)- are within our city limits, and they don't seem to get along.
Hm. Is there more than just rivalry here?
With the stock market going up and down, it's obvious that the two have to be groomed to rise into the positions that they have lined up for them- but will they really ever? With speeding tickets and the world watching the closely, will the stress eventually get to them? Are they really as well put together as they seem?
I, for one, don't think so. But, chickadees, I'll be keeping a close eye on them- just for you. Stay tuned!
My feelings towards all of you.
There comes a time in the life of every good gossip hoarder that a nice, juicy specimen comes back. And who is it now, kiddies? Well, none other than resident womaniser David Benjamin Harris, come back from his grave strewn with bottles and used condoms.
He’s tonight’s lovely little topic.
What’s behind that assholeish personality? Is he as heartless as his conquests say? Is he actually that good in bed (I don't think so)? You tell me, babes.
You people bore me to death.
What’s going on? Any new gossip? Someone step on a pebble lately? Come on! Anything! You guys are as much fun as watching paint dry. Fuck. I didn’t know I’d miss Les Com this much.
It seems to be that time of week again.
I've been out of commission for the past few days but now I'm back, ready to read your dirty little secrets and TMIs.
How about, this week, you tell me a deep, dark fear. Something that scares you to the bone.
Why the fuck would I feel guilt? I cleared that air. And no, that’s not why I’m picking a fight, I’m doing it because its fun.
And, come at me bro. I’m not scared of you.
So, does that mean I win? Damn les com, you’re easier than my sister and she’s like a first grade math test.
Can't get some poor schmuck to fuck you now, so you're going to try and pick a fight with me? Or is it that you feel all guilty over your precious Tony?
I've got eyes everywhere Ryan. Don't provoke me, little one.
Just keep telling yourself that Wrinkly Twat. And just so you know, other people have drink martinis to make you look better. It doesn’t work if you drink them.