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Piecred my wrists.... Didn't hurt...surprising.

Wow, that's wicked.

Yeah! It is wicked. Have to, like, clean them all the time though. Never realized how often I touched my wrists until I did this.

Fuck, I know how that is. I got a cleavage piercing and even that was a pain in the ass. I had to clean it all the time and couldn't wear some shirts...it sucked.

Yeah. Kind sucks, cos I have some cool wrist things *Has no idea what to call them, and 'braclets' is way too girly* and I can't wear them for like seven months.

But? I got piercings so, kinda makes up for it.

Yeah, it certainly does. Those are awesome. *grins* Makes me want another piercing.

You totally should, man. I think it is empowering...*Or...something.*

I think so too, and tattoos. *laughs* I'm surprised I'm not a walking tattoo right now.

You should so get some more, man. It is awesomely cool.

Badass!

I know! *grins*

If they get infected that'll totally blow.

...Don't say things like that. *frown...wouldn't be the first time.*

Aw, sorry! I didn't mean to jinx you.

I'm holding you responsible if something happens. *pouts*

You totally can't pin this on me, I will remind you, sir, that it was your idea.

You...jinxed it! Totally your fault, man.

*claps his hands, wiggles his fingers* There. I un-jinxed it. With my mind powers.

Uh yeah, like...so not going to work. I got a feeling.

Well jeez, what the hell d'ya want me to do about it?

Buy me a drink and we'll call it even.

You're busting my balls here. Sure, okay, what's your poison?

In a mild observation, I would have normally said 'I didn't think you had any'...*smirks*

Tequila!

You wound me, sir! To the very core. I'd offer to prove it, but I'm sure that's a road nobody wants to go down.

Tequila it is!

Uh, yeah. Keep the balls in the pants, please.

*grins* Excellent.

*Ah, the glory of misspent youth.*

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