Message came in just after 8pm. "Your man is on. Are you watching?"
I was watching tonight's wrestling, so I didn't answer my cousin right away. It was funny, I was laughing at the stupidity of it all.
Me-:"I'm so beyond tired of your teasing. What's up?"
Walsh-:"Nothing. Watching the show with the kids. So no news then?"
Me-:"Just how bored are you?"
Walsh-:"Very."
Me-:"And I thought I was bad, you're like worse then me."
Walsh-:"Yep. What are you going to do about it?"
Me-:"...the black tank makes him look like he should be standing on a corner with a lolli in his mouth asking old men if they want company while handing them viagra...the grey was better..."
Walsh-:"?????"
Me-:"Mad Hatter's shirt. I just keep thinking of the male hookers who hang out on Simpson street."
Walsh-:"Ah, yeah does doesn't it? Write him about it. Haha."
Me-:"Oh...new Dracula movie..."
Walsh-:"You and your damned vampires..."
Me-:"Well, needed a topic change..."
Walsh-:"No we didn't. You give up too easily on people."
Me-:"Who'd I give up on?"
Walsh-:"Uh Mad Hatter duh."
Me-:"Need to give up on you."
Walsh-:"You wouldn't have any friends then. Hahaha!"
Me-:"True... maybe Mr. Scratchy got pissed off with the whole Mad Hatter is him thing?"
Walsh-:"Uh...don't think so. I think you're just so stubborn you'd rather be right then happy."
Okay, I didn't have a reply for that. He's got a point, I am one of those people who have a difficult time giving in to others.
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