During the evening, Corrine came up in conversation, and how she was probably sitting home all a-quiver with excitement for us to get home and tell her about it. I said that she was probably after messaging me wondering if I was home yet. I came home to this:
Corrine... says: where the hell are youI laughed out loud. And now Im tired.
Corrine... says: its after 11pm young ladie
Corrine... says: have you no shame
Corrine... says: gah
Corrine... says: screw this. I dont know what you guys are doing but I'm really sleepy . I guess out this late means he either chopped you up in pieces or felt you up to peices. hehe you best write me a really good fucking email!!!!
Corrine... says: its 12:29 AM you know
Corrine... says: that means its NOW March 7th
Corrine... says: *whistles while she waits *