and I were chatting on gmail.
After the usual bitching about grad school woes, the topic turned to our friend superwombatgirl
, who has recently embarked on a trip to Ukraine. The only news that we have heard from her so far is that she was recently locked out of her apartment and (luckily??) encountered a nice drunk old man who was willing to bust down the door of her apartment with a hammer. Being as this did not seem to be an ordinary way to deal a situation of this kind, we began felt some concern for our friend...
me: so do you think superwombatgirl
has been kidnapped and put up for ransom by now?
lp: hmm, well, maybe...who really knows.
lp: and really the kidnappers shouldn't come to us cuz we have no money.
me: that's true. but i'd trade in some stuff for superwombatgirl
lp: like what?
me: well i don't think it is the kind of ransom sum the kidnappers would be looking for
lp: i think i'd be willing to trade in my dvds
lp: besides i bet her dad would be so thankful he'd burn me new copies
me: i'd totally get rid of my couch
lp: oh thats nice of you
lp: with couch cover?
lp: good friend.
, come back home!! We miss you!