PaleBlueDot
War Child
Today's highly stimulating (intellectually, I mean) topic:
"Take any general chat and turn it naughty!!!"
ME: yes, i'm here lol
C.M.M.: Dude....
ME: but be warned -- i'm going to bed tonight. gotta babysit in the a.m.
ME: que?
ME: you know, i hate it when you leave me hanging like that.
C.M.M.: *Chuckle*
C.M.M.: Howie Mandel stole half of Jay's audience.
C.M.M.: I think he's rescuing them from Bon Jovi
ME: lol kick ass
ME: i hate bon jovi
ME: now that dude's overrated
C.M.M.: Oh, I bought some Guinness.
ME: although...not a fan of bon jovi either
ME: really? i've got some downstairs ::nods::
ME: shall we have a pint together? <g>
C.M.M.: I was sorta like, "Don't drink canned beer, it's supposed to taste like the can."
C.M.M.: But then I read, that it's this special draught can....
ME: ah, i see
ME: we have it in bottles
ME: my mom doesn't like cans
ME: even though she doesn't even drink the beer lol
C.M.M.: Freddy's only had stout in the bottles.
ME: who the fook is freddy?
C.M.M.: Fred Meyer's.
C.M.M.: Kroger's.
ME: ohh i see
ME: ok
ME: well, i'll have some *after* i write an email to jeffery sachs
C.M.M.: brb, i'm getting a beer
ME: ::nods::
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: ahh.
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: lol shut up and tell me what you're oohing about
C.M.M.: My fucking Guinness, you eejit!
ME: oh
ME: what about it
C.M.M.: It's good.
ME: yes it is
C.M.M.: Hence the "ooh"ing.
ME: oh
C.M.M.: You an I could piece together a porn sountrack.
C.M.M.: Between my "oohs" and your oh's and ah's....
ME: LOL
ME: good god
C.M.M.: *Snips and pastes the "god" part from that*
ME: LOL!
C.M.M.: Oh, you said "yes" earlier...
ME: lol!
ME: hee hee.
ME: like this?
ME:
ME: yes
C.M.M.: Dude....
ME: tonight. baby
ME: que?
C.M.M.: *Chuckle*
ME: ass
ME: now
C.M.M.: Oh
ME:::nods::
ME: shall we have a pint together?
ME: ah
ME: we have it
ME: my mom doesn't like cans
ME: fook
ME: ohh
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: ahh.
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: shut up and ooh
C.M.M.: My fucking you
ME: oh
C.M.M.: It's good.
ME: yes
C.M.M.: ooh
ME: oh
ME: ROTFLMAO
ME: nasty, but funny <g>
C.M.M.: *cackle*
ME: ::goes back to her letter to jeff::
C.M.M.: Dude!
ME: sweet!
C.M.M.: There should be a generator like that!
C.M.M.: The sex chat generator!
ME: LOL!!
ME: rotflmao
C.M.M.: "Take any general chat and turn it naughty!!!"
C.M.M.: I AM A GENIUS!!!!
ME: my brother could do it, but there's no way i'm gonna ask him
ME: he's a good boy
C.M.M.: http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=u2slash&itemid=42807#cutid1
ME: oh no...not again...
C.M.M.: This is an intelligent argument in the support of the feasability of slashing Bono and Edge.
C.M.M.: I think.
ME: ok...
C.M.M.: It's about Shakespeare and applying that to Bono'n'Edge
ME: ?Man, biographers of the future are gonna have a fricken? field-day with Our Heroes.?
ME: lol
ME: either way, that's definitely true lol
C.M.M.: They are.
C.M.M.: Ooooooh.
ME: what now?
C.M.M.: This is a different kind of beer-warmth.
ME: lol
ME: okay?
C.M.M.: Guinness is geting into my bloodstream.
C.M.M.: This is different than the tequila, and just regular beer.
ME: and your brain?
C.M.M.: Not my brain yet.
C.M.M.: This is starting with me belly.
ME: you sure?
C.M.M.: my sides are all warm....
C.M.M.: Yeah.
C.M.M.: Nowww, there's the beer buzz.
Dot.
"Take any general chat and turn it naughty!!!"
ME: yes, i'm here lol
C.M.M.: Dude....
ME: but be warned -- i'm going to bed tonight. gotta babysit in the a.m.
ME: que?
ME: you know, i hate it when you leave me hanging like that.
C.M.M.: *Chuckle*
C.M.M.: Howie Mandel stole half of Jay's audience.
C.M.M.: I think he's rescuing them from Bon Jovi
ME: lol kick ass
ME: i hate bon jovi
ME: now that dude's overrated
C.M.M.: Oh, I bought some Guinness.
ME: although...not a fan of bon jovi either
ME: really? i've got some downstairs ::nods::
ME: shall we have a pint together? <g>
C.M.M.: I was sorta like, "Don't drink canned beer, it's supposed to taste like the can."
C.M.M.: But then I read, that it's this special draught can....
ME: ah, i see
ME: we have it in bottles
ME: my mom doesn't like cans
ME: even though she doesn't even drink the beer lol
C.M.M.: Freddy's only had stout in the bottles.
ME: who the fook is freddy?
C.M.M.: Fred Meyer's.
C.M.M.: Kroger's.
ME: ohh i see
ME: ok
ME: well, i'll have some *after* i write an email to jeffery sachs
C.M.M.: brb, i'm getting a beer
ME: ::nods::
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: ahh.
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: lol shut up and tell me what you're oohing about
C.M.M.: My fucking Guinness, you eejit!
ME: oh
ME: what about it
C.M.M.: It's good.
ME: yes it is
C.M.M.: Hence the "ooh"ing.
ME: oh
C.M.M.: You an I could piece together a porn sountrack.
C.M.M.: Between my "oohs" and your oh's and ah's....
ME: LOL
ME: good god
C.M.M.: *Snips and pastes the "god" part from that*
ME: LOL!
C.M.M.: Oh, you said "yes" earlier...
ME: lol!
ME: hee hee.
ME: like this?
ME:
ME: yes
C.M.M.: Dude....
ME: tonight. baby
ME: que?
C.M.M.: *Chuckle*
ME: ass
ME: now
C.M.M.: Oh
ME:::nods::
ME: shall we have a pint together?
ME: ah
ME: we have it
ME: my mom doesn't like cans
ME: fook
ME: ohh
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: ahh.
C.M.M.: Oooh.
ME: shut up and ooh
C.M.M.: My fucking you
ME: oh
C.M.M.: It's good.
ME: yes
C.M.M.: ooh
ME: oh
ME: ROTFLMAO
ME: nasty, but funny <g>
C.M.M.: *cackle*
ME: ::goes back to her letter to jeff::
C.M.M.: Dude!
ME: sweet!
C.M.M.: There should be a generator like that!
C.M.M.: The sex chat generator!
ME: LOL!!
ME: rotflmao
C.M.M.: "Take any general chat and turn it naughty!!!"
C.M.M.: I AM A GENIUS!!!!
ME: my brother could do it, but there's no way i'm gonna ask him
ME: he's a good boy
C.M.M.: http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=u2slash&itemid=42807#cutid1
ME: oh no...not again...
C.M.M.: This is an intelligent argument in the support of the feasability of slashing Bono and Edge.
C.M.M.: I think.
ME: ok...
C.M.M.: It's about Shakespeare and applying that to Bono'n'Edge
ME: ?Man, biographers of the future are gonna have a fricken? field-day with Our Heroes.?
ME: lol
ME: either way, that's definitely true lol
C.M.M.: They are.
C.M.M.: Ooooooh.
ME: what now?
C.M.M.: This is a different kind of beer-warmth.
ME: lol
ME: okay?
C.M.M.: Guinness is geting into my bloodstream.
C.M.M.: This is different than the tequila, and just regular beer.
ME: and your brain?
C.M.M.: Not my brain yet.
C.M.M.: This is starting with me belly.
ME: you sure?
C.M.M.: my sides are all warm....
C.M.M.: Yeah.
C.M.M.: Nowww, there's the beer buzz.
Dot.
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