He sent me a recording of a phone call that he and I had weeks ago, and every time I play it for her, Grapefruit laughs her ass off--and that's a lot of laughing, because it really is quite a lot of booty.
However, since I'm sure that David recorded every single phone call he ever made throughout his entire life, and he sent me this recording of him and I talking, completely unsolicited... I can only assume that this unsought gift is merely an attempt to bait me into posting it in public myself... so that he can then feel free to post anything and everything he wants to, and not feel like he's breaking the law or some shit. Apparently certain laws are very important to Mr. Rubini... while others are not. I'm not going to lie--it's hard to keep track.
I don't even know what the law is on this matter. I don't even care. Grapefruit says that he's already broken the law. So, where's the police report? I need to be read in on this.
This is one of those times when I am very happy of my special status as a citizen of a Special Class. I don't need to respond to this kind of nonsense, and so I won't.
I will probably teach Grapefruit how to post it, though. She seems hell-bent for leather. She already beats the war drums twice a day. If I possessed even an iota of guilt, I would be terrified. But I'm not.
I didn't bust a deal. I'm not going to face the wheel. Comfy.
Sitting comfy. Sitting quite comfy, Fam. Honestly, at this point I don't even know what's going on... and I don't much care. I told her this whole thing was a waste of time, and now she knows what it looks like when I'm right and she ignores me anyway. Apparently there had been some question on this issue before, as it would seem that I'm the only man she's ever met who is correct more often than she is. No wonder her father is enraged.
See? I'm a unicorn too.
