I hate to admit it but...

I like to call Booch names like Cripple Booch, and Koala Booch, and Stupid right to his face, I am mean, and I pick on him, and I can't help myself but it is almost as much fun as playiing Cranium. I know it's pathetic, but I don't think he minds, he's more like a pet than a roommate- and now that he is on cruches- man, it is almost unbelievable how much sick pleasure I get out of watching him hop around on one foot like a flamingo, I have even thought about spray painting him pink in his sleep- now that would be fun. Maybe I should write a song called Cripple Booch, Cripple Booch I hope you fall down Cripple Booch.