  Platypus, shut up. I was friggin' pissed that day... Now there's a buncha people at my house for a barbecue... and it's not helping that I only know one of 'em... WHY CAN'T SOMEONE I KNOW BE HERE? AND WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME IS PC-CILLIN? MY AUNT COMES BARGING INTO MY ROOM, INTERRUPTING MY CSS WRITING STREAK TO TELL ME THAT TWO FACKING PEOPLE HERE ARE THE MANAGERS OF PC-CILLIN. WHAT THE HECK IS PC CILLIN? I HATE THIS.... *fume* *burns platypus' derek fisher jersey* 
