Hey Allen! Lost my new job...three months in (right before my bonus check), she decided my school schedule was too difficult to work around (it's not). UGH!

Boy!

Hey hey!

Imma bout to pull what little hair I have out. You need a toupee?

Quite a while. That thing called a cell phone. You should try pushing the numbers. I've been through a bit myself.

If you're up after 11, call me (still have my number even, fatty punk?). Time for Breaking Bad

I try to keep it real, yo. When was the last time we talked? It's been FOREVER. A lot of stuff going on...had a very dark few months but finally emerging anew...God pulled me through that one, dude.

Fatty. And where in the world are you? I haven't heard from you in I can't remember how long. Fat AND a loser. Wow. You goin' for some kinda award?

Where you at, bro?

You made it back to collecting TFs this week! Karl Childers is still looking for you . . . .

Hey!