Oh, God. What happened to my room last night?
What do you mean, moon?
It's a fucking mess, Rog! God, did I do this?
How bad could it eb, Keith?
Uh, everything's destroyed, Pete. Everything.
Oh man. Really?
Keith! I thought you said you weren't going to destroy your room anymore!
I never once said that.
I said I'd cut back.
Everything's destroyed?
Yeah. Even the binds.
How drunk WERE you last night?!
I REMEMBER NONE OF THIS, ROGER. DON'T YELL AT ME!
serves you right
EXCUSE ME?!
what
WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
nothing
JOHN.
what
LEave him be Moon
Yeah, Keith. He didn't do anything wrong.
that's what you all think
JOHN, I SWEAR.
I'M NOT TAKING YOUR SHIT ANYMORE.
oh, really?
YOU'RE not taking MY shit anymore?
John, did you do something?
no i didn't
I choise to beleive him Keith
Agreed.
You never remember anything you do when you're drunk.
UGH.
YOU'RE ALL DICKS.
YOU ARE READING
The KIKutation Room
RandomClassic rock musicians using Kik, along with me being there sometimes. I've seen a lot of those chatroom type stories so now I'm doing one using Kik.
