Yea, if you’re showing as offline, I’m not expecting an instant read.
I don’t (think) I have your number and I don’t text anyway (it costs thousands of times more than email for far less flexibility) and facetube’s for ****s.
I did try and send you some flowers, but in their new privitized format, Royal Mail returned the Funky Flowers I sent, letting me know that explosives, no matter how pretty, are not permitted in the postal service. I still need to invoice you for the damage those funkies did to my flat, face and PC case.
Loading up on acid? That sounds quite dangerous dude. Just cos you’ve managed to ship one sprog off out of the nest, doesn’t mean either of them wanna see your blissful face in a coffin (though I wouldn’t mind being the one to hit the ‘burn the mofo’ button at the crem).
P.S. Don’t mention food, think he’s still doing that fasting thing.
So, no mentioning of: