Entertain me.

[EyeMWing]

I'm sitting in AP Comp Sci. No teacher. Nothing to code. Just net-send spamming the digits of pi at the girl that gets off on that stuff. What to do? Neffing is no fun, I dare not save my login and I hate typing my password

 

[kranky]

Send her my personal ad from the local alternative newspaper:

Shoelace mogul, tic-ridden (that's tic, NOT tick!) loofah boy with penchant for river rock and doilies casting a net for semi-androgynous Inuit wannabe who drools heavily when drunk. Your dream date is my nightmare, and hurry. My exclamation of "splunge" would not repulse you, but a slightly pained expression is OK. Do you believe that L. Ron Hubbard gave me his socks? Send a page from your diary (you use green ink only) and describe your most memorable grocery receipt. Please, no non-sequiturs.