So I was just sitting here minding my own business, peacefully enjoying solitude mind ye. In walks baby panda with a Jim Ross like gait. Fatty McFat plops himself next to me, whips out a vape wand, and starts puffing away at chocolate smores, or whatever feculent flavor he chose to satiate his palate with tonight. I continue minding my own business, checking out sheet on the pc, and responding with monosyllabic gutturals. This baby Sinclair stunt double then segues into his long distant relationship (student from the UK which he met by white knighting on twitch) who fumbled with her beef flaps and exposed her bosom to his 43 yr old virginal corneas. Of course I asked for visual evidence, to which he retorted that he was too much of a gentleman to take a cell shot, as he plans on bringing this one home to mom. Gent still lives at home, which is apparent with such remarks as, "I'm taken" to profess his devotion to his cybernetic consort, who is "saving" for her trek to SoCal in the autumn of 2014. Last cyber romance ended with an orphaned puppy and a drawer full of Tiffany and Co jewelery shipped to New Mexico. Of course, everyone and their mother here at the workstead had to hear all about it. Ugh