Testo Metastic!

Ok, so I am sitting, at a desk, having a conversation. Just three co-jerks together, in an awkward situation. One says, “I know she's a private person, but have you heard anything?” Nope, I have no idea (this is a lie). A gleeful tint on a fateful hint. Metastic! My automobile, from now on, will make no accommodation. I am considering basing this entirely on future bumper sticker affiliation. This means I'm not letting you in, not accepting your gifts, or your stupid suggestions. Thankfully, summer's here. It's almost like you like this to a twisted degree. What? A 'friend' in bad shape elicits sympathy? Perhaps you'll get to give, at some point, what you seem to enjoy to receive.