Getting away with it

I smiled wide, so widely when my mates left my apartment. I am so glad that
they are such great sport and we could basically talk about anything and make
a fool out of ourselves with no one high up on any pedestal. We were idiots,
prank calling the others who we thought were our mates too. Well, all of them
played along except for one. I will never consider him as a mate of mine. Not
only did he proved a bad sport once again, he threw vulgarity at us. Truth to
be told, we were idiots with nothing better to do. Truth to be told, we cared
for you enough to prank call you, sharing a little bit of fun to you asshole.
Truth to be told, I could care less about you anymore because you are a bigger
idiot!

I am sorry because I wiped you out at that pathetic little game we played. I am
sorry you suck at that game. I am sorry you had to throw a hissy fit because the
game did not go your way. I am sorry you could not handle my game play. I am
sorry that I could not care any lesser about winning this stupid game. I am sorry
for having nothing better to do than prank calling your pathetic ass. I am sorry I
just want to have fun. I am so sorry, not.

Like Lily Allen would sing, 'fuck you, fuck you very very much'.