Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Current mood: cynical
Category: Blogging
We were talking about tombstones the other day. Tombstones and technology. We were saying how people were going to start having plasma screens on their tombstones so you could actually see what they looked like when they were alive. You know, like pictures of what they did or what they were. Like if they were a shoemaker, there would be pictures of them making shoes, or if they were supervillians there would be pictures of them laughing maniacally atop a mountain of human skulls.
I was trying to decide what I wanted on my tombstone. At first I just wanted a cool halogram of me doing a looped dance or something. Like one of those stupid Napoleon Dynamite things you see on peoples myspace profiles or that really fat kid that sorta just gyrates over and over again.
Then I thought about it a little harder and came to the conclusion that I’m not really a dancer (or a gyrator) and my tombstone should really reflect what type of person I was, what my life really consisted of. So, I figured it should just play episodes of the Simpsons and Futurama. Not that I had anything to do with those shows, but that’s probably what I’ve spent most of my life doing, watching those shows.
I bet more people would come to my grave if it had episodes of the Simpsons playing on it. People would be in the graveyard to visit their dead grandma or something and they’d stop at my grave and be like, “Oh this is the episode when Principal Skinner gets fired, lets stay and watch.” My tombstone would probably be well taken care of if it had the Simpsons on it. I won’t even need people who loved me to visit my grades. Complete stangers will take care of me.
However, if I can’t get the Simpsons or Futurama because of copyright issues or something, I’m just gonna get a camera inside my coffin to loop out to the plasma screen so everyone can see my decaying corpse. Then I’m just gonna have loud black metal music playing. Eventually, I’ll just be a badass skeleton kickin it in the coffin listening to Bal Sagoth or At The Gates.
Then nobody would come to my grave becasue it would be too loud/disgusting. That’s the kind of guy I am I guess, all or nothing. Maybe I should get a picture in picture plasma screen so i can have episodes of the simpsons playing with metal music and my rotting body in the little picture. Or the other way around if you want. You know, ying and yang.
Currently watching :
The Natural History of the Chicken
Release date: By 18 November, 2003
This little dude was featured on the G4 channel’s “Attack of the Show”…for about 8 seconds.
Friday, March 23, 2007
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Current mood: That’s right. When I listen to Metallica on my ipod, I ride like the wind. Not like new Metallica or anything, that shit sucks. I’m talkin bout the old shit. I can rip it up to some master of puppets or Ride the Lightning. When i listen to that shit, I’m all like poppin’ wheelies and jumping curbs and shit. That works for me in the morning cuz i gotta get to work on time and start ripping it up there. I don’t really ever drink coffee. Metallica in the morning is like coffee for me. When I get to work, I’m all pumped and mad. I like staple shit together with maximum force. Packages from Fedex come in and I tear them open like I was Jeff Dahmer. It’s the bomb. However, I don’t always listen to Metallica on my way to work. I can’t listen to Metallica all the time. They don’t have that many good records. Plus, i like other types of music than metal. Sometimes, i listen to Morrissey on my way to work. I tend to ride my bike slower on those days and it makes me late for work. When I finally get there my boss yells at me for being late and I just start crying. I mope around at work all day and barely get anyhting done cuz i am just too sad. I just sit at my desk and write poetry and email them to random people. Then I got days when I listen to Fiona Apple on my way to work. I usually get to work on time, but when i get there I am all fucked up and weird. I start just throwing things around for no reason and telling everyone that their jobs are bullshit. I tell my girlfriend about how she just doesn’t get things and she’s all like “what the fuck?” Sometimes I just wear headphones and don’t listen to anything at all. I kind of just like wearing them so nobody will talk to me. This are the best days. Head down walking straight ahead. I like being able to think. No distractions. P.S. This blog is bullshit. I would never listen to Morrissey.
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Stankenstein501: You know what is really great on a pizza?
Stankenstein501: Strawberry Jelly
ImSuperAwesom: are you pregnant?
Stankenstein501: a little
ImSuperAwesom: eh, that’ll do it
Stankenstein501: Are you?
ImSuperAwesom: nope
Stankenstein501: awesome!
Stankenstein501: High five!
ImSuperAwesom: uh, i dont give high fives to stangers
Stankenstein501: low five?
ImSuperAwesom: uh, no not those either, not even for a stranger for that matter’
Stankenstein501: eskimo kiss?
ImSuperAwesom: whoa
Stankenstein501: whoa?
ImSuperAwesom: havent you seen that listerine commercial
Stankenstein501: no
Stankenstein501: what am i missing?
ImSuperAwesom: oh, eskimos gettin down
Stankenstein501: that sounds dirty
Stankenstein501: yuck
ImSuperAwesome : no, minty fresh
Stankenstein501: oh, well
Stankenstein501: that’s like the opposite of dirty
ImSuperAwesom: yep
ImSuperAwesom: so….who may i ask is calling?
Stankenstein501: I’m not calling anybody
Stankenstein501: I’m on IM
ImSuperAwesom: oh i see
ImSuperAwesom: …
Stankenstein501: Ok
Stankenstein501: my name is Chang
ImSuperAwesom: like…an asian?
Stankenstein501: in the flesh
ImSuperAwesom: i dont know if i approve of asians
ImSuperAwesom: only if they know kung fu
Stankenstein501: I know ninja
ImSuperAwesom: mikey?
Stankenstein501: Mikey Ninja?
ImSuperAwesom: yes
ImSuperAwesom: hes the only ninja i know
Stankenstein501: I know many ninjas
Stankenstein501: We live in a castle in the sky
ImSuperAwesom: are you a part of the foot?
Stankenstein501: I used to be
Stankenstein501: I found a better ninja company
ImSuperAwesom: oh, yea cuz they get owned by turtles
Stankenstein501: Yeah
Stankenstein501: they are royal pussies
ImSuperAwesom: do you play final fantasy?
Stankenstein501: I have in the past
ImSuperAwesom: i think it was for lesbians
Stankenstein501: Probably
Stankenstein501: that’s usually why they make video games
Stankenstein501: lesbians
ImSuperAwesom: does that make me a lesbian
Stankenstein501: if you played it…yeah
ImSuperAwesom: so…youre a lesbian?
Stankenstein501: no, I didn’t play it
ImSuperAwesom: i didnt play that garbage ass game
Stankenstein501: neither did I
Stankenstein501: so I guess neither one of us are lesbians
ImSuperAwesom: titties are nice though
Stankenstein501: sure
Stankenstein501: titties are great
ImSuperAwesom: but, im sure that conviction doesnt make me a lesbian
Stankenstein501: not necessarily
Stankenstein501: you know what else is cool?
ImSuperAwesom: water snakes are cool
Stankenstein501: yes they are
ImSuperAwesom: so are sidewinders
ImSuperAwesom: they slither sideways
Stankenstein501: bears are cool too
ImSuperAwesom: i’ll punch a bear in the nose
Stankenstein501: yeah right
Stankenstein501: a bear would eat you
ImSuperAwesom: i would eat a bear
Stankenstein501: I’d like to see you try
Stankenstein501: i think I could fight a dog but not a bear
ImSuperAwesom: i only eat bear every 5th saturday of february
Stankenstein501: so…like never
ImSuperAwesom: maybe wherever youre from
Stankenstein501: I am from China
ImSuperAwesom: well, ive never eaten a bear in china
Stankenstein501: where have you eaten a bear?
ImSuperAwesom: thats my secret
Stankenstein501: fine
ImSuperAwesom: are you in china?
Stankenstein501: I’m in my room
Stankenstein501: in China
ImSuperAwesom: in china?
ImSuperAwesom: ah
ImSuperAwesom: i see
Stankenstein501: yes
ImSuperAwesom: write my essay
Stankenstein501: what’s it about?
ImSuperAwesom: bowling for columbine
ImSuperAwesom: the documentary
ImSuperAwesom: i wrote it and it got lost and i dont want to write it again
Stankenstein501: how long does it have to be?
ImSuperAwesom: 2-3 pages
ImSuperAwesom: but doublespaced
Stankenstein501: like an essay about the movie?
Stankenstein501: Hmmm
Stankenstein501: maybe if it was one
Stankenstein501: does it have to be good?
ImSuperAwesom: yes, or i fail English
ImSuperAwesom: and have to pay to retake it
Stankenstein501: uh-oh
Stankenstein501: how can you fail english?
ImSuperAwesom: being absent
Stankenstein501: duuuuuude
Stankenstein501: gotta go to class
ImSuperAwesom: gotta go to the doctor too when stuff goes all bad
ImSuperAwesom: getting seriously ill during school sucks
Stankenstein501: Herpes?
ImSuperAwesom: no
Stankenstein501: Vaginitis?
ImSuperAwesom: no, i could at least get a commercial deal if it was one of those
Stankenstein501: I’ll help you write it
ImSuperAwesom: have you seen the movie?
Stankenstein501: Yeah
ImSuperAwesom: what does a chinese ninja care about gun control in america?
Stankenstein501: We will have more guns and shoot more students than American could ever dream!!!!
Stankenstein501: We are China!!!!!
ImSuperAwesom: you can shoot more students. itll control the population a bit
Stankenstein501: yes
Stankenstein501: and we won’t have to live on the moon
ImSuperAwesom: the chinese would never survive on the moon
Stankenstein501: would too!
ImSuperAwesom: no, a moon bear would eat you
Stankenstein501: I’ll punch a moon bear in the nose
ImSuperAwesom: theyre more intense than an earth dog
Stankenstein501: but the lack of gravity makes them slow
ImSuperAwesom: lack of gravity? what does it care? its a mother fuckin moon bear for cryin out loud
ImSuperAwesom: i wouldnt mess with one
ImSuperAwesom: they wear space helmets
Stankenstein501: you can cowar behind me
ImSuperAwesom: pfft. i’ll be cheering the bear on
Stankenstein501: then you’re next
Stankenstein501: and i won’t help you on your bowling for columbine essay
ImSuperAwesom: aw snap
ImSuperAwesom: i dun fucked up
ImSuperAwesom: ya know, this conversation im having with this chinese ninja stranger, happens to be better than most conversations i have with people i know
Stankenstein501: Clowns are funny
Stankenstein501: You are a funny clown
Stankenstein501: A funny clown to me laugh
Stankenstein501: Hahahahaha funny clown
Stankenstein501: Me likes your sillies
Stankenstein501: and your funnies
So Afraid To See: Who the fuck are you?
Stankenstein501: Linda
Stankenstein501: Linda likes clowns
Stankenstein501: You like linda?
So Afraid To See: Auf Wiedersehen, Linda.
So Afraid To See signed off at 5:55:25 PM.
Stankenstein501: It’s skeleton time!
Stankenstein501: Get out your skelton!
Stankenstein501: Mine is ready
Stankenstein501: Is yours?
Stankenstein501: Jesus this skeleton itches
Stankenstein501: You know…
Stankenstein501: It is still skeleton time
Stankenstein501: I can skeleton all day
Stankenstein501: Still doing the skeleton
Stankenstein501: still going
Stankenstein501: nothing outlasts the skeleton
fresherin signed on at 4:50:59 PM.
Stankenstein501: S
Stankenstein501: K
Stankenstein501: E
Stankenstein501: L
Stankenstein501: E
Stankenstein501: T
Stankenstein501: O
Stankenstein501: N
fresherin: alright i give up
fresherin: who is this?
Stankenstein501: It’s Jason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stankenstein501: Horray!
fresherin: Lil Jason
fresherin: you made tifa cry
fresherin: she’s been dying to know
fresherin: and she doesnt know you
Stankenstein501: sorry tifa
Stankenstein501: didn’t mean to make you cry
Stankenstein501: may I have a cookie now?
fresherin: no
Stankenstein501: may I PLEASE have a cookie?
Stankenstein501: how about a hot dog?
fresherin: now
Stankenstein501: yes, right now
fresherin: absolutely now
fresherin: not now
fresherin: how have you been?
Stankenstein501: awesome
Stankenstein501: Just getting ready to do the skeleton
fresherin: what the heck is the skeleton?
Stankenstein501: Well I’m glad you asked!!!!
Stankenstein501: The skelton is a funky new dance!!!
Stankenstein501: That the kids are doing across the land!!!!
Stankenstein501: Ok, ready?
fresherin: ready
fresherin: i thinkin
Stankenstein501: first, you throw up you’re hands!
Stankenstein501: then you throw up your feet!
Stankenstein501: Now you’re dancing to the skeleton beat!
fresherin: o
fresherin: m
fresherin: g
fresherin: what song is thaT?
Stankenstein501: uhhh, the skeleton
Stankenstein501: you’ve never heard of it?
fresherin: i dont think so
fresherin: sounds familiar
Stankenstein501: it’s all over the radio
Stankenstein501: did you do it?
fresherin: um, sorry no.
fresherin: i might later though
Stankenstein501: once you hear the song
Stankenstein501: you won’t be able to help it
Stankenstein501: you’ll be doing the skeleton!!!!
Stankenstein501: I am blind with rage
SvesTheDay182: really?
Stankenstein501: Yup
Stankenstein501: For real
SvesTheDay182: that sucks
SvesTheDay182: why?
Stankenstein501: It’s my parents
Stankenstein501: they took away my bed
Stankenstein501: and my toothbrush
Stankenstein501: and most of my clothes
SvesTheDay182: why?
Stankenstein501: They want me to train more
SvesTheDay182: train?
Stankenstein501: for the fight
SvesTheDay182: oh yeah?
Stankenstein501: yeah
Stankenstein501: I just wanna kill something!
Stankenstein501: like a snake or a pig
SvesTheDay182: don’t do that
Stankenstein501: I know
Stankenstein501: I won’t
Stankenstein501: I just get so angry
Stankenstein501: You know?
SvesTheDay182: actually I don’t
Stankenstein501: no?
Stankenstein501: you have never fought?
SvesTheDay182: nope
Stankenstein501: Then you are not a man
SvesTheDay182: im not
Stankenstein501: what should I do about my parents?
Stankenstein501: should I kill THEM?
SvesTheDay182: no, first things first…you should buy a new toothbrush
Stankenstein501: ok
Stankenstein501: check
Stankenstein501: what next?
SvesTheDay182: then you tell me who you a re
Stankenstein501: My name is Pioter
Stankenstein501: I am six feet tall
SvesTheDay182: and then you watch dirty dancing
SvesTheDay182: and everything will be okay
Stankenstein501: the whole thing?
SvesTheDay182: no no just the ending
Stankenstein501: Ok
Stankenstein501: Good
SvesTheDay182: just the dance sequence
SvesTheDay182: and the nobody puts baby in the corner part
SvesTheDay182: b/c then you’ll be like fuck that nobody puts baby in the corner, nobody puts ME in the corner
Stankenstein501: So just the part when Swayze walks into the restaurant?
SvesTheDay182: no and then the dance part in the end
SvesTheDay182: come on, stay with me
Stankenstein501: yeah yeah
Stankenstein501: I know
Stankenstein501: but it starts when he walks into the restaurant
SvesTheDay182: yeah I got them switched
SvesTheDay182: well well well looks who knows their dirty dancing
Stankenstein501: who doesn’t?
SvesTheDay182: losers
Stankenstein501: you got that right!
Stankenstein501: (high five)
SvesTheDay182: see now you’re not mad
SvesTheDay182: the mere mention of dirty dancing and everything’s okay, now imagine if you watched it
Stankenstein501: It’s like a miracle drug!
Stankenstein501: They should make people with AIDS watch it
SvesTheDay182: I don’t know if that would be a good idea….Patrick swayze can get some people pretty hot
Stankenstein501: That’s true
Stankenstein501: Have you seen Roadhouse?
Stankenstein501: He’s is like cut from marble in that one
SvesTheDay182: I’ve never seen it
Stankenstein501: it gets me moist as a cupcake
SvesTheDay182: ….so pioter, you like Patrick swayze?
Stankenstein501: he’s okay
Stankenstein501: I’m really into Condaleeza Rice right now
SvesTheDay182: who isn’t?
Stankenstein501: like reeeeeally into her
SvesTheDay182: well now it just got a bit awkward
SvesTheDay182: so seriously though, who dis be?
Stankenstein501: Just some dude
Stankenstein501: Who is mad at his parents
Stankenstein501: for stealing his bed
Stankenstein501: and toothbrush
Stankenstein501: and most of his clothes
SvesTheDay182: but you are buying a toothbrush so you don’t need to worry about that
Stankenstein501: true
SvesTheDay182: and what fight is this?
SvesTheDay182: are you like the next karate kid?
Stankenstein501: the NEXT next Karate kid
Stankenstein501: there already was a next karate kid
SvesTheDay182: I meant next as in following the first next
SvesTheDay182: hows the old Asian man these days?
Stankenstein501: the old asian man is dead
Stankenstein501: sadly
Stankenstein501: but that’s ok, because the karate kid only fights bears now
SvesTheDay182: he doesn’t have some son who is training you?
Stankenstein501: naw
Stankenstein501: he had a son
Stankenstein501: but I fought him
Stankenstein501: because he was evil
SvesTheDay182: well if I was fighting a bear I would need all the training I could get
Stankenstein501: that’s what my parents say
Stankenstein501: whoa
SvesTheDay182: whoa what?
Stankenstein501: my mom threw a knife at me
SvesTheDay182: probably part of your training…did you catch it?
Stankenstein501: I swatted it away
Stankenstein501: it unhooked my internet connection
SvesTheDay182: but you are still on
Stankenstein501: I was gone for a second
SvesTheDay182: impressive
Stankenstein501: Well, I have been training for a long time
SvesTheDay182: I bet
SvesTheDay182: ok, but I have to go now…
Stankenstein501: ok
Stankenstein501: thanks for listening
Stankenstein501: you know, I don’t think I will kill my parents now
Stankenstein501: I think it will be ok
ThrillhouseE: I have a secret
Haymarket9: what’s your secret?
ThrillhouseE: David Lee Roth
Haymarket9: He’s not a secret. He belongs to the world.
ThrillhouseE: A gift from God if you will
Haymarket9: I will.
ThrillhouseE: Really?
ThrillhouseE: What about Hagar?
Haymarket9: He’s no Diamond Dave.
ThrillhouseE: Well, thats not really the secret anyway
ThrillhouseE: I just needed to make sure I could trust you
Haymarket9: Is Sammy Hagar the secret?
ThrillhouseE: Nope
ThrillhouseE: Everybody knows about Sammy Hagar
Haymarket9: How about Quiet Riot?
ThrillhouseE: Nope
ThrillhouseE: They aren’t so much of a secret as they are an enigma
Haymarket9: should I keep guessing, or are you going to tell me the secret?
ThrillhouseE: I’ll tell you the secret
ThrillhouseE: One time
ThrillhouseE: I was in the bathroom
ThrillhouseE: and I dropped a juicy turd in the toilet
ThrillhouseE: but instead of flushing it
ThrillhouseE: I took it out into the backyard
ThrillhouseE: and mashed it up with a comb
Haymarket9: did you plant a turd tree?
ThrillhouseE: No
ThrillhouseE: Thats ridiculous
Haymarket9: was it your comb?
ThrillhouseE: no
ThrillhouseE: It was my grandmas
Haymarket9: did she use it afterwards?
ThrillhouseE: yeah
Haymarket9: did you at least rinse it off?
ThrillhouseE: a little bit
Haymarket9: that was thoughtful of you
ThrillhouseE: i just got the big chunks out
Haymarket9: that’s important
ThrillhouseE: but i left it sort of dirty on purpose
ThrillhouseE: cuz I was mad at her
Haymarket9: what were you mad about?
ThrillhouseE: She wouldn’t let me watch Road Rules
Haymarket9: Maybe she just has good taste
ThrillhouseE: No way
ThrillhouseE: that chick on there is hot
Haymarket9: I don’t watch it, so I don’t know who you’re talking about
ThrillhouseE: All she ever watches is MASH
Haymarket9: MASH sucks
Haymarket9: and it’s always sucked.
Haymarket9: and it will forever suck.
ThrillhouseE: for sure
ThrillhouseE: well, it can’t really get any better
ThrillhouseE: its been cancelled for 20 years
Haymarket9: I mean, unless they made a time machine and went back and changed MASH, you can’t un-suck something.
Haymarket9: exactly. That’s what I’m trying to say.
ThrillhouseE: Then we agree
ThrillhouseE: So, should I tell my grandma about the comb?
Haymarket9: how long ago was it?
ThrillhouseE: 5 weeks
Haymarket9: better give it some more time.
Haymarket9: I mean, why would you tell her anyway? what good could come of that?
ThrillhouseE: yeah
ThrillhouseE: I need to give it some more time to think
ThrillhouseE: She’s such a bitch, though
ThrillhouseE: You know what she gave me for my birthday?
Haymarket9: what did she give you for your birthday?
ThrillhouseE: a hug
ThrillhouseE: a fucking hug
ThrillhouseE: and $200
Haymarket9: you could always get your revenge in a different way, though
ThrillhouseE: i could be in her closet
ThrillhouseE: yeah
ThrillhouseE: thats a good idea
Haymarket9: I think so.
Haymarket9: It sounds like a good hiding spot.
ThrillhouseE: then when she goes to get dressed in the morning ill jump out and scare her!
Haymarket9: you get to watch
ThrillhouseE: no, shes not very attractive
ThrillhouseE: now, my sister
ThrillhouseE: thats a different story
Haymarket9: you could jump out and scare your sister instead
ThrillhouseE: yeah
ThrillhouseE: Ill make a day of it
ThrillhouseE: and i’ll kiss her
ThrillhouseE: right on the lips
Haymarket9: sounds like a plan
ThrillhouseE: what if i jumped out of a closest and kissed YOU
ThrillhouseE: would you like that?
Haymarket9: That depends on who the hell you are, because I have no idea.
ThrillhouseE: well, what if I was dressed up like Catwoman?
Haymarket9: oh, in that case, yes.
Haymarket9: wait, which catwoman?
Haymarket9: that scary lady with all the plastic surgery?
ThrillhouseE: No, the Michelle Pfiefer Catwoman
Haymarket9: should I dress like Batman?
ThrillhouseE: Yes.
ThrillhouseE: You should always dress like Batman
ThrillhouseE: Nasty Batman
Haymarket9: Is that different from regular Batman?
ThrillhouseE: Yeah.
Haymarket9: is Nasty Batman the one that has the nipples built into his armor?
ThrillhouseE: Yes. And his utility belt is full of dildoes and sex jellies
ThrillhouseE: And he has a pet snake
Haymarket9: what is the snake’s name?
ThrillhouseE: Gary Sinise
Haymarket9: not my first choice, but a good name for the snake
ThrillhouseE: Were you gonna say Alfred?
Haymarket9: no, I was thinking Robin
ThrillhouseE: A likely story
Haymarket9: it’s really not all that likely
ThrillhouseE: you know, I think I’d rather dress like the Eartha Kitt Catwoman
ThrillhouseE: Is that okay?
Haymarket9: that’s fine with me, I’m not picky.
ThrillhouseE: Sweet
ThrillhouseE: I’m looking forward to next wednesday.
Haymarket9: what happens next wednesday?
ThrillhouseE: I’m gonna jump out of closets
ThrillhouseE: and kiss people
ThrillhouseE: i might as well kiss grandma too
ThrillhouseE: i feel kinda bad about the comb thing
Haymarket9: why wait til wednesday?
ThrillhouseE: I have plans until then
Haymarket9: what are your plans?
ThrillhouseE: Friday–Dungeons and Dragons
ThrillhouseE: Saturday–Mudvayne Concert
ThrillhouseE: Sunday–Renting all of the Friday the 13th movies
ThrillhouseE: Monday–Shopping for Catwoman costume
ThrillhouseE: Tuesday–Trading Spaces Marathon
Haymarket9: I don’t think you’re really going to see Mudvayne.
ThrillhouseE: uh, yeah, I am
Haymarket9: I think that part was a dirty lie.
Haymarket9: in fact, I think you’re a dirty liar.
Haymarket9: well, maybe not dirty.
Haymarket9: and not so much a liar.
ThrillhouseE: I think you are a gun
Haymarket9: I am. How did you know?
ThrillhouseE: I read your journal
Haymarket9: which one?
ThrillhouseE: the one that says “tales from the gun” on it
Haymarket9: are you sure that’s me? It doesn’t sound familiar.
ThrillhouseE: you probably just don’t remember
Haymarket9: could be.
ThrillhouseE: I am not a liar
Haymarket9: So, who are you?
ThrillhouseE: Mark Brush
Haymarket9: Mark Brush who?
ThrillhouseE: Mark Brush, the customer service representative
Haymarket9: where are you from?
ThrillhouseE: Wisconsin
ThrillhouseE: But I was born in Texas
Haymarket9: do we know each other?
ThrillhouseE: Maybe
ThrillhouseE: Who are you?
Haymarket9: I’m Mark Brush, customer service representative
Haymarket9: this has just been delving into your inner psyche.
ThrillhouseE: Nuh-uh
ThrillhouseE: trippy
Haymarket9: isn’t it? I’m your innermost thoughts and feelings.
ThrillhouseE: thats not your real name
Haymarket9: then what’s my real name, Mr or Mrs Smarty-Pants?
ThrillhouseE: this is Patrick Guffnaw
ThrillhouseE: From Apples, Tennesee
Haymarket9: I’m from Apples, Tennesee, but I’m not Patrick Guffnaw
ThrillhouseE: Sarah Guffnaw?
Haymarket9: I’m a boy.
ThrillhouseE: Chad Guffnaw?
Haymarket9: Just kidding. I’m Sarah Guffnaw.
ThrillhouseE: I knew it!
Haymarket9: you’re obviously smart.
ThrillhouseE: I love you Sarah!
ThrillhouseE: I wanna have like, all of your babies!
Haymarket9: you know that’s impossible
ThrillhouseE: i don’t care
ThrillhouseE: i don’t care about Cadbury
ThrillhouseE: leave him!
ThrillhouseE: come away with me!
Haymarket9: but what about his Creme Eggs and Fruit and Nut bars?
ThrillhouseE: Baby, I got a creamy chocolate bar for you right here!
ThrillhouseE: <<<<——-points to crotch
Haymarket9: that’s a really unpleasant visual
Haymarket9: I think.
Haymarket9: since I have no idea who Mark Brush is.
Haymarket9: so am I just some random person you IMed or what?
Haymarket9: or do we actually know each other?
ThrillhouseE: You are Sarah
ThrillhouseE: I am Mark
ThrillhouseE: We are in love
Haymarket9: I’m not actually Sarah. I’m a damn dirty liar.
ThrillhouseE: I’m gonna go ahead and ignore that last comment
ThrillhouseE: Sarah
ThrillhouseE: I dress like Catwoman
ThrillhouseE: You dress like Nasty Batman
This converstaion actually goes on for about four more pages, but I thought i’d cut it here.
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