Dan said he told you what he got you when you started asking about film; he got flustered. He normally wouldn't spout out such things. Except when his inner retard asserts itself. Okay, that's often.
Yeah, prezzies when you're back, I guess. I left you a message last night. When do you leave? Have you left already? When do you get back? Put a coin in the slot and I'll ask fifty more questions.
Dan's sister and neice are here as of today and I want to throw myself into a piss-stained snowbank for the next several days.
Hi Dennis!
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