once again...I should've practiced my trombone....but I was having great important conversations. You can't practice when you are having these:
bbeastieboyfan88: dude....we're gonna have to live with two freshmen.....you realize how much they'll hate us?
poopunder mybum: good
poopunder mybum: the bastards
poopunder mybum: i hate em already
bbeastieboyfan88: me too
poopunder mybum: they kicked bryan out
bbeastieboyfan88: the bastards
poopunder mybum: he's a great guy
bbeastieboyfan88: the bastards

oh and then there was:

poopunder mybum: why does he hate you?
bbeastieboyfan88: because of that room "incident" last year
poopunder mybum: ooooh
poopunder mybum: they screwed you over
poopunder mybum: but you got put with another good roommate
poopunder mybum: at least he wasn't some smelly kid that pooped on the floor or something
bbeastieboyfan88: yea, but he was pissed I didn't move right when he wanted me to
bbeastieboyfan88: like you?
bbeastieboyfan88: i mean.........uhhhh......
poopunder mybum: lol
poopunder mybum: hey, i very seldom poop in anything but the toilet
poopunder mybum: and sometimes i lick myself clean
poopunder mybum: that reminds me, if you walk in, and i'm sitting on the floor naked licking my arms and legs, just be glad it's for hygene purposes
poopunder mybum: well, mostly hygene
poopunder mybum: ahem