A transcript of the drunken phone call we never had:
*ring ring*
pinky: hello?
roaming: heya.
pinky: how's it going?
roaming: you want to know something?
pinky: what?
roaming: no matter what position I lie down in, I can't get comfortable. oh wait, I'm lying on a pile of books.
pinky: why?
roaming: they were on the floor.
pinky: are you drunk?
roaming: (maniacal laughter. the sound of books toppling over.)
pinky: still there?
roaming: yeah, yeah. i'm covered in science fiction.
pinky: i'm going on a road trip soon.
roaming: really? you should stop by, and dig me out of this pile of fiction...
no, I don't have cable. Rotoscope? interesting.
-aww a self discovery road trip? if I was confident in my money situation, I'd go with you, but I;m not making out with you.
Dave
*ring ring*
pinky: hello?
roaming: heya.
pinky: how's it going?
roaming: you want to know something?
pinky: what?
roaming: no matter what position I lie down in, I can't get comfortable. oh wait, I'm lying on a pile of books.
pinky: why?
roaming: they were on the floor.
pinky: are you drunk?
roaming: (maniacal laughter. the sound of books toppling over.)
pinky: still there?
roaming: yeah, yeah. i'm covered in science fiction.
pinky: i'm going on a road trip soon.
roaming: really? you should stop by, and dig me out of this pile of fiction...