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| Current music: | bad reputation - halfcocked |
Random IM quotes
Indigo: hee. dude, i so miss that show
Arakay: me too...*sniff* Sunday nights feel so...empty....*beat the Bongo Drums of Sadness*
Indigo: *plays the Kazoo of Sorrow*
Indigo: *and the Candy Whistle of Melancholy*
Arakay: *and the maraccas of Nostalgia*
Arakay: CANDY WHISTLES!!
Indigo: *and the Tambourine of Mourning*
Indigo: stop that, it's a MELANCHOLY candy whistle.
Arakay: *takes much-licked candy whistle out of mouth and hides it behind back* what?
Indigo: you hafta go, "Ah. Candy whistles. Almost a substitute for the joy which we had in that life wherein The X-Files played every Sunday night... woe..."
Arakay: *dons sackcloth and wails* GLOOOOOOOOOM AND DOOOOOOOM AND...AND BROWNIE MIX!!!!
Indigo: And brownie mix. Always, always brownie mix. The brownies which resemble my life, bereft of X-Files, as brown and gooey as... um... mud which I scrape off my boots after going on walks in the woods contemplating life without Scully and Mulder.
Arakay: BUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS
Arakay: (dead fluffy ones)
Indigo: Yes, dead fluffy bunnies. Like the ones they most likely used to experiment on with the black oil. Poor dead fluffy bunnies.
Arakay: WWWWHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Arakay: --i mean...uh....WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG
Arakay: *KKKKKKKNNNNNNAAAAASSSSSHHHHEEEEESSSSSSSS teeth*
Indigo: It's okay, Kara. Don't try to suppress your banshee wail of despair. I feel it too.
Arakay: *frees her inner banshee*
Indigo: *covers ears*
Indigo: *mournfully*
Arakay: *waves to inner banshee* yo, word up banSHEEEE?
Indigo: yo yo yo, banshiznee in da HOWSE! Tru dat!
Indigo: ... i don't believe i just said that.
Arakay: *taunts, along with banshee* we made indigo speak ebonics, nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah
Indigo: *quietly weeps ghetto tears*
Indigo: i mean, come on, you know things are bad when you have to resort to using God Almighty as a plot device.
Azazel: youre back
Indigo: that i am
Azazel: yup
Azazel: sure are
Azazel: see? *points to you*
Azazel: *holds up a mirror*
Indigo: *looks* wow, lookit that hot chick.
Azazel: where?! *jerks head around*
Indigo: *thwaps you* right there in the mirror, moron
Azazel: *turns the mirror around* umm thats a dude. but youre right, sexy sexy man. *now begins talking to the mirror* you are one sexy bitch. you know youve got it going on. with that hot-- hell id fuck you.
Indigo: what, him? screw him, i'm lookin' at HER. Damn.
Azazel: actually youre looking at the back of a mirror, i on the other hand am looking at that gorgeous thing in the mirror there *points*
Indigo: it's a double-sided mirror.
Azazel: *turns the mirror around* see him?
Indigo: and i don't see anything half as hot as that babe on *your* side
Azazel: sure youre not straight, but dont you think hes hot
Azazel: i mean look at him
Azazel: with that fine ass
Indigo: eh. he's definitely not producing any bi tendencies here, m'friend
Indigo: ... whatever sinks your titanic, dear
Azazel: well that was a joke by the way
Azazel: dear
Indigo: yes, i know
Indigo: honey
Azazel: alright then
Azazel: sweetheart
Indigo: glad you agree
Indigo: babycakes
Azazel: and i do
Azazel: hunnybunny
Indigo: see that it continues
Indigo: studmuffin
Azazel: no problem
Azazel: hot stuff
Indigo: none at all
Indigo: sweetcheeks
Azazel: no, none whatsoever
Azazel: babydoll
Indigo: good thing there's no problem
Indigo: whoremonger-- wait, wrong game
Azazel: haha
Azazel: thats alright
Azazel: sweetpea
Indigo: okay
Indigo: ...
Indigo: i can't think of another nickname
Azazel: haha!
Indigo: damn!
Azazel: i win!!!
Indigo: yeah, yeah, don't think it's gonna be a habit
LuccyBClover: Greener grass seems to be in high demand these days.
Indigo: it usually is
Luccy: I personally would settle for anything green right about now, no matter what the shade. Im done being picky. Anything thats not a shade of brown or yellow would do.
Indigo: well, mildew probably wouldn't qualify still, though
Indigo: even as green as it can be
Luccy: If it happened to be on the ground, it could possibly qualify. Is this smelly mildew, or just your generic green mildew, because that makes a big difference.
Indigo: oh, this is smelly green mildew.
Luccy: And is it a single shade, or several shades of green?
Indigo: it's a veritable cornucopia of shades of green.
Luccy: And the smells. Would you say that this mildew has come from a variety of things, a collage of mildews if you will, or is this mildew stemming from one source?
Indigo: hmm. probably more than one thing, but not too many sources lest the purity of its vileness be lost.
Luccy: And does it come with a knife, as to spread the mildew evenly upon my dead brown grass?
Indigo: well, we've got one of those cheap plastic cake slicers.
Luccy: Is the mildew with the cheap plastic cake slicer economically practical? I do hate expensive mildew.
Indigo: oh, it's quite inexpensive. without sacrificing quality!
Luccy: Do you take out of state checks?
Luccy: And do you have an overnight delivery option?
Indigo: yes, but no.
Luccy: You DO accept mail orders, dont you?
Indigo: oh, but of course
Luccy: I was about to say, I mean, really. In todays world you just cannot efficiently supply green smelly mildew without accepting mail orders.
Luccy: And should I mail a copy of my drivers licence with my check, so you can copy the information down and look important (which is the only logical explanation Ive found for showing a dl when writing a check)
Indigo: no, no, but we do require that you come down and show us the check personally.
Luccy: Are you implying that I simply have to SHOW you the check to purchase the mildew, rather than give you the check?
Luccy: Because if thats the case, I believe that the gas money spent would be well worth the mildew. Otherwise Ill have to send cash.
Luccy: well worth the mildew. *blinks and pretends she didnt just say that*
Indigo: no, i thnk you did just say that
Luccy: I BELIEVE that you're quite mistaken ma'am.
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