Talk:Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno/@comment-76.108.175.23-20130123170004/@comment-24.0.128.112-20130124050601

I found this on wetpaint.com

FRONT PAGE!

A: Can I use your phone? mine picked the worse day to die.

U:Mines dead too, not that I'd let you anyway.

A:Scared I'd steal one of your boy toys away?

U:You wish.

A:Ugh, 2 hours to go and no technology.

U:So....tell me. Did you get the chance to tell the Beach Hottie about it yet?

A:No! And you better not say anything to anyone. I mean it.

U: You need to tell Beach Hottie tonight.

A:No way he'll freak out. I can't.

SECOND PAGE

A:Do you like want to see my end?

U:Stop being so dramatic. And by the way he will find out?

A:I'll figure something out. So can we just drop it? It will all work out....when has it not?

U:You are seriously crazy!

A:What are you? My "mom"? I said drop it.You are TOTALLY killing my vibe. Like it isn't bad enough we have to sit in this car and listening to my dad's "...." collection.

U:Seriously. Is he like permanently stuck in ".....". Or is he trying to relive out his glory days.

A:........... you see the shirt he's wearing?

U: (can't quite make out whay they wrote, I think it said something about Mike).

THIRD PAGE

A: Let's just say I made myself "....."

U:So you visit him in juvie. You got to be kidding? The guy who like blinded the girl or whatever?

A: OK. Like whatever.

U: Oh my god why?

A:To straighten him out. He totally thought he could mess with me behind bars. Like I wouldn't know it was him. He belongs in that cage for being so stupid.

U:What what is it like? I bet it's really like that show oz. Any bad boy cuties?

A:As if, it's totally gross. Trust me that kid is hatting himself right now for ever having messed with me.

U:So.. What happened?

A: I threw those moronic notes he was sending.... (probably "away")