| Brenhin: Perri: You have a tendency to tell me not to do things. Quit it. |
| Brenhin: Peter: No complaints come to mind, oddly enough. |
| Brenhin: Adam: Like Sarah, except possibly more so. |
| Brenhin: Sarah: You seem to have made other friends that you like better than us. This is unacceptable. |
| Brenhin: Don: I'm pretty sure you wear long johns too. Cut it out. |
| Brenhin: Ben: Like Chris said: long johns. |
| Brenhin: Casey: I'm pretty sure you don't play the ukulele. You need to fix that. |
| Brenhin: Chris: Pants should be worn around one's waist, not lower. Seriously. |
| Brenhin: Jay: You are apt to disappear suddenly to random corners of the globe. This is disconcerting, though cool. |
| Brenhin: Y'know that looked like fun - lemme try. |
| Casey: Some of them still are funny today but some are just retarded...... |
| Casey: Nope, just being sick alone brings that wierd humor out in you, like the time you told those stories. I don't think I could have written those if I was feeling healthy, just like you couldn't have done those stories. |
| Chris: I think Casey got fucked up on a shitload of caffine and Nyquil tonight. And just for your information, I did read all of those. |
| Casey: "Ben: I am pretty sure you wear long johns. Knock it off." Thank you for saying what we were all thinking, always. |
| Chris: There you go Brenhin, good for you. |
| Brenhin: Wow, that really burnt. But deep down, I know you're right. Like that time my mom made cole slaw and I didn't even finish it. I guess the first step is admitting I have a problem. |
| Chris: Brenhin: I run the risk of you seeing this I guess, but here it goes. You don't eat enough cole slaw. |
| Chris: Ivan: To be honest, you're perfect, my man. Keep on keepin on. |
| Chris: Sarah: Your name bothers me. I think I will just call you Roofie from now on. |
| Chris: Don: You wear boots too much. Try some sandels or something, just get some variety in there. |
