SO A BUDDY OF MINE JUST LEFT,AND WE'RE BOTH A COUPLE OF PRANKSTERS,SO HE GOT THE LAST VOLLEY IN ABOUT A WEEK AGO,HE SENT A PIZZA TO MY DOOR....FINE,NO PROBLEM,I PAID FOR IT.....BUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE,THAT'S BEEN DONE TO DEATH....OK THEN....HE BROUGHT HIS 6 PACK OVER WITH HIM TONIGHT,AS TIS THE PROPER THING TO DO I SUPPOSE,
ONLY GALS DRINK FOR FREE I FIGURE....SO AS I PREDICTED,HE ASKED FOR A 6 PACK OF CANS TO GO HOME WITH...NOOOO PROBLEM I SAY,WINKED AT THE LADIES AND SAID I'LL BAG YOU UP SOME TO GO HOME...SO I PUT SOME IN A BAG TO HEAD OFF WITH! (RATHER FUCKIN' NICE OF ME I  FIGURE),THING IS HE'S HAD A FEW TONIGHT,SO I THOUGHT I'D PACK HIM A SNACK TO PUT IN WITH THE BEER....SO I GOT A BOUNTY CHOCOLATE BAR OUT OF THE FRIDGE,CAREFULLY CUT A SMALL INCISION ON THE BOTTOM OF THE PACKAGE,AND REMOVED THE TWO PIECES OF CHOCOLATE....AND CAREFULLY REPLACED THEM WITH TWO PIECES OF CAT POO AND SCOTCH TAPED IT UP,PUT IT IN THE BAG WITH THE BEER FOR HIM TO ENJOY WHEN HE GETS HOME....(AGAIN,FUCKIN' NICE OF ME I FIGURE)....
SO HE SENT ME A PIZZA, AND I RESPONDED......THE MESSAGE: DON'T FUCK WITH THE MASTER! .....ENJOY YOUR COCNUT BAR!