Texts From Toccoa Hall
Because you know they happen
11-11-2012

Did you give up on this blog? I hope not: It's officially made my Tired and Wired experience complete. kirk-ing

I stopped updating it once Tired and Wired wrapped up, but I think it did its duty - there’s nearly 1300 posts and I love every single one of them!

    04-04-2012

    Mass text from Babe:

    (901): Do you know how I hurt my ankle or my shoulder? Or the origin of any of the following mystery bruises: left quad, left wrist, right elbow. Thanks for playing.

      04-04-2012

      Texts from the fourth floor:

      (413): Some guy wearing a horse mask just knocked on my door and started whinnying. I opened the door and he was like, “…oh sorry, wrong room…” so awk.

        04-04-2012

        From John to Evan:

        (214): How are ur friends?

        (512): One is peeing in the grass and the other is asleep under the stairs. Fuck them I’m sleeping in the car

          02-03-2012

          From Babe to Ray:

          (914): dont quote avril lavinge. im to drunk.

            02-03-2012

            From Walt to Gene:

            (260): Babe did at least 8 shots of pure mayonnaise last night. I am not sure if that is better or worse than my 2 cement mixers?

              02-03-2012

              From Ray to Nate:

              (616): If the cops knock on your door and ask if you saw anyone throw an orange out the window I was never there.

                01-03-2012

                From Nix to Dick:

                (920): Don’t ask me how or why, but I’m drunk with German diplomats. Come over. Now

                  01-03-2012

                  From Babe to Walt, when Harry announces his pre-wedding plans:

                  (260): A houseboat for a bachelor party is a terrible idea, we nearly die when on dry land, so how the hell are we supposed to survive a 3 day binge on a massive lake?

                    29-02-2012

                    From Walt to Babe:

                    (310): Oh my fucking god I saw the pictures. What the mother fucking fuck. Destroy the pictures. Destroy the fucking pictures.

                    (310): Please confirm the destruction of the pictures. NOW.

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