Why not just go down to the mental hospital so you can contribute to mental illness face to face?Me: Enjoying our show in Australia? 7:28 PM
Jace: What 7:29 PM
Me: http://www.bbc.com/news/world-australia-30473983 America next 7:29 PM
Jace: LET THE HOSTAGES GO IVAN 7:31 PM
Jace: LET THEM GO RIGHT NOW 7:31 PM
Jace: YOU CANNOT STOP CHRISTMAS 7:31 PM
Me: Christmas belongs to Allah now 7:32 PM
Jace: CHRISTMAS BELONGS TO THE CHRISTIANS!!!!!!!!!!!! 7:32 PM
Jace: YOU BASTARD!!!! 7:32 PM
Me: Christimas belongs to the muslims my infidel friend 7:33 PM
Me: Maybe if you listened to your friends in the CIA more you would have known this 7:34 PM
Me: Maybe I will have Tyce do the ISIS Christmas special 2014 7:35 PM
Jace: You will NOT STOP CHRISTMAS. WE HAVE ALREADY RECEIVED SOME GAMING AND THERE IS MORE TO COME FROM THE CHATATABLE SPIRITS OF THE ONLINE!! ELI WILL GET HIS XBOX!!! YOUCANT STOP IT!!! 7:36 PM
Me: Tell that to Agent Andrews when he gives Infidels the greatest Muslim Christmas gifts ever 7:38 PM
Me: Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The Infidels were hung by the neck with care, In hopes that Muhammad soon would be there. 7:43 PM
Me: The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of 9/11 danced in their heads. And mamma in her Burqa, and I in my turban, Had just settled our brains for a long war of urban. 7:43 PM
Me: When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 7:48 PM
Me: The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a Jumbo Jet plane, and two towers my dear. 7:48 PM
Me: With a arab faced pilot, clearly the plotter, I knew in a moment twas Mohammed Atta. More rapid than eagles his planes they came, And he jihaded, and martyred, and a war he started! 7:56 PM
Me: "Now Shehri! now, Abdul! now, Satan and Marwan! On, Fayez! On, Mohand! on, on Ahmed and Khalid! To the top of the sky! Fly into the tower! Now martyrdom! martyrdom! martyrdom all!" 7:59 PM
Me: As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, planes from the sky. So up to the tower the Boeings they flew, With the plane full of men, and the martyrs too. 8:00 PM
Me: And then, in a thundering, I heard on the roof The smashing and booming of each Jumbo Plane. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney gallons of fuel came with a bound. 8:04 PM
Me: It was fiery flame, from the ground to the roof, And the streets were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of parts they had flung from the crash, Twas a Jihad volcano, in the infidel's back. 8:09 PM
Then the text limit was reached and everything was terrible for ever and ever. The end.
Bonus:
Each time, he called me.